Monday, August 13, 2012
I have an ice pick in my head. Or at least it feels like it.
The super boring details (feel free to skip this paragraph) is that I have essentially sprained my jaw. Actually, I'm pretty sure my 3 year old sprained my jaw by running and jumping into my face on multiple occasions. Motherhood occupational hazard. So anyway, the sprained jaw presents itself as ear pain. Migraine headache level ear pain. All. The. Freaking. Time.
So, it hurts to exist. It also hurts to eat. Waaaahhhhhh...(violins).
And you know what? It doesn't slow my eating down one iota. I know that this pain is going to keep me up at night. I know that the less chewing I do, the less it will hurt and the sooner I will get better. And yet, I eat.
I don't feel good, so I medicate with food, even when the immediate consequence is pain. This is not good. I need to get to the bottom of this.
Today I didn't have breakfast. It actually hurt too much. I had oatmeal for lunch. I'm on the senior citizen diet right now. Soft food only. And a steady diet of anti-inflamatories.