TMJ + Almonds = Regret

Dear John,

 

I'm tired. We're all piled up in bed (except Abby, who is under it) - Jethro is asleep, Hunter grooming himself, and Maggie torturing a felt mouse. And I'm trying to stay awake.

 

Friday was very long and very busy. I stayed until 6:00, doing my 11-hour day. I didn't sleep much last night, between fibro pain and jaw pain. Did I tell you about my jaw? It's the left side of course, the one that was out of joint when I was born. I was eating an almond last week, chewed wrong, and it popped out again. It's back in joint most of the time now, but there's still a lot of swelling and pain. I'm eating soft food and taking Motrin.

 

Today was a bit slower. We had freezing rain this morning and the roads were dicey, so the drive-up wasn't as busy as on a usual Saturday. I came home, ate lunch, and involuntarily slept through the first quarter of the Notre Dame game. I should have slept through the fourth quarter, too. Their season started off so well and is ending so badly. I don't recommend watching the game. It was ugly.

 

This is one of those night that I really miss you. Maybe it's the rain, maybe that I'm hurting all over - between the rain and the overtime, I'm at the mercy of the fibro tonight. Or maybe it's just that I love you and wish you were here. As much as I love the animals, they're a poor substitute for you. If you can, reach down and hold my hand tonight.

 

Adore you,

Joan.