In addition to being lazy, I am sometimes known to be a little bit off a neurotic hypochondriac. This tendency goes back as far as I can remember, like elementary school. My mother recalls a playground incident when I fell on my back and insisted that I had broken it. The pediatrician humored me and did an in-office X-Ray to prove to me that indeed I had NOT broken my back; although in hindsight, the fact that I could walk around his office should have been enough proof.
Headaches were never just headaches; they were certain death via tumors or aneurysms. When Sean was born, I was a basket case. Curtis and my mother had to hide my dog-eared copy of What to Expect the First Year, and I’m certain his pediatrician had me flagged in the system as being the “crazy mom.” In the past few years though, it seems that every time I go to the doctor, I come out with a new diagnosis or issue. Earlier this year was my sinus andseptum surgeries, and since the day after Thanksgiving, I’ve been plagued with terrible headaches and jaw pain. Originally I shrugged it off and assumed that my jaw was telling me to lay-off the beef jerky habit (so good, yet so hard to chew), but the pain seemed to get worse instead of better.
I made an appointment with my local dentist, and after looking at my X-Ray, she asked me, “Have you ever been in a car accident?” The answer is no, yet curiously enough, my ENT asked me the same thing after he saw the CAT scan of my nose and sinuses. Apparently my face is just a huge mess, and according to the dentist, it looks like I was smashed in the face and everything shifted to the left. She seemed surprised that I haven’t had issues before now and sent me off with a few home remedy suggestions (hot and cold packs and Tylenol) and a referral to a local oral surgeon. On a positive note, she said I had beautiful teeth and no cavities! Yay!
After assuring Curtis that I don’t go to the doctor and dentist and tell them to find things wrong with me, I called to make an appointment for a consultation with the surgeon. His first available appointment? Mid-March. That’s cool….. So here I am awake at three in the morning, on a day when I was actually going to sleep late, trying to hold a heating pad to my face while I type up some blog posts to take my mind off the pain. It feels like I have been punched in the face or something. Granted, having never actually been punched in the face, I’m not sure how accurate that description is, but I think you get my drift.
So that’s why I look so serious in today’s photographs. I feel like the left side of my face has just gone 10 rounds with Rocky or Mike Tyson or Oscar De La Hoya, or whoever the heck is popular now, AND I haven’t eaten any beef jerky in a week, so I’m hungry and grumpy. You know how it is!
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