I’m not in what you’d call a pleasant mood. I could fake it, but who doesn’t want to read about someone’s no-good-very-bad-day every now and again?
I should probably back up a little bit. Saturday morning I had an appointment with a massage therapist. He beat and pushed and stretched and pulled on me for an hour. Except for a few times that it hurt, it was very relaxing. In fact, I fell asleep for at least a moment because I heard myself snore and jerked awake. How embarrassing. He wants me to come back Tuesday afternoon. He said the left side of my face is swollen, my jaw muscles are knotted, and my head is out of whack. Yes. I agree.
He also told me to sleep on my back. If I had a quarter for every professional who has told me that (and a nickel for every time I’ve disobeyed), I’d… buy health insurance. I did try to sleep on my back that night. I woke up with a nasty backache. I guess it could’ve been from all the adjusting, massaging he did.
I can’t remember how much I’ve blogged about my sick girlies. Probably not much, since I’ve been hogging all the sympathy for myself. They both missed school last Monday, but then Livi was fine. She went to school Tues-Thurs. Ava missed all week. Livi missed Friday with a fever. This weekend, Ava was getting better and Livi was getting worse. (Nina still hasn’t gotten it.) We four girls stayed home from church Sunday. We had our own little worship service in the living room. It was really sweet. Livi and Ava read Bible stories about Passover, we prayed, and we sang (and Nina interpretive-danced to) some praise songs.
A little while later, before Gabe got home, Livi yelled down the stairs, “Ava lost a tooth!” Cool. Except Ava doesn’t have any loose teeth. Turns out they were wrestling and Livi elbowed it right out of her mouth. Ouch, ouch, ouch. At least it was a baby tooth, but it wasn’t anywhere close to being ready to come out. It bled for-ever.
Monday morning. Livi’s sick, but I send Ava to school. Thirty minutes later, the school calls me. “I have Ava in the office. She got sick on the bus. Can you come get her?” “She got sick?” “Yes.” “You mean she threw up??” “Yes.” I am shocked. She missed 5 days of school and never threw up once. She has the stomach flu now?? I throw on some clothes, put a stocking cap on my head, and Nina and I head for the school, stopping at the library to get some DVD’s, so we can survive the day.
She didn’t throw up. “I just felt dizzy and had a headache, so when I got to school, since I was right by the office, I decided to go in and tell them.” Lovely.
It. Was. Not. A. Fun. Day.
And did I mention that I now have a killer canker sore?
So, tonight I took Nina with me to a free clinic (at a church north of town) that the doc at Urgent Care told me about. They’re only open on the 1st and 3rd Mondays from 6-8. A last ditch effort to figure out what’s wrong with me before I get a CT scan. The doc encouraged me to get my 2nd massage treatment. I show no signs of anything brain-related. She’s thinking inflamed jaw joint (TMJ-ish). If not that, then possibly trigeminal neuralgia. She doesn’t think it’s sinus-related. And in the past few days, the most intense pain has moved from my head/ear to my jaw/teeth. I need to eat soft foods (no fun) and take OTC anti-inflammatories for awhile. Then I have a prescription for meds that would help with TN.
I’ll keep the drawing for the really cool neon green book open through tomorrow. And I’ll try to return to my regularly-scheduled Christ-centered Lenten blog posts tomorrow as well.
May your Tuesday be Twirly and Whirly and Girly (unless you’re a boy)!