Having a day
I wanted to thank you for reading and replying on my posts.
I am having a bad day today, my opening seems to be going down the tubes and my jaw seems to want to move in every direction all at once.
I read your posts and wonder how we do this? Sometimes, I wish the memories of my past experiences with this could be erased. Because, besides the physical stuff, I really hate the feeling like I am being herded around like cattle.
I am sure we all feel that way at times.....It just feels like what solutions are out there...really are not solutions.
I am set to get my splint casts done, tommorrow. I am hoping to actually be able to open wide enough to get a cast made. Ah...I have a feeling that it isn't going to be a great experience...
I am hoping it will be an easy thing...But, I am a little worried...As we all may be at times. What happens if I can't open wide enough??
I was born with my left side of body being weak....one side may be overcompensating for the other...so, I am scared of repeating the whole cycle again.....I am just hoping...well, above all, that the pain goes away and that I can open again....
I feel like I am wasting away; because no matter how much I try to eat, I keep losing weight.....Eh, maybe this would be a great time to stop smoking...
What I am learning from posting here is so invaluable....Above all, it is so important to remain positive.
And, while on a great day, we know how difficult that can be..everyone seems to be positive about their recovery.
I just wish I could help my friends understand that 'taking an aspirin' will do no good...My isolationism of my teenage years is back. I am still working, I am a college professor now. I cringe at the fact I may need to leave it for a while, because maybe talking 8 hours a day is not good. And, then the anger comes in.
So, I am hoping for a good day tommorrow...with the hopes that a splint will be my solution.....It would be nice that one, of just 13, would do its' job..
I hope that you all are having a good day and thank you for listening to my venting.
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