I can’t write much this morning. I have to go see about a tooth. It appears that there is a root canal in my future. (sigh) If my writing appears erratic this week, know that it is because I am either in horrific pain, or I am extraordinarily loopy on pain drugs. Could be interesting . . . . I hope that your week is starting out better than mine.
Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.
I’m having trouble concentrating on writing this morning, because I am a teeth grinder. I grind my teeth at night. I am too stubborn to get a mouth guard, despite the pleas of more than one of my dentists to get one. I just don’t see myself being able to fall asleep with giant blobs of plastic in my mouth. (and more than I need comfort, I need my sleep) I hate the look and smell of long lines of saliva. I have PTSD from my retainer-wearing days. I constantly lost my retainer. One time my dad was mowing the lawn, and came into the house angrily, because he almost mowed over my retainer. I have no idea how it got out to the lawn. I blamed my dog.
So, now I have a dull jaw ache, that seems to shooting down to my stomach and up to my head. The only words that I can think to write are “Ow! Ouch! Ugh!”
“Chew on this: Human teeth can detect a grain of sand or grit 10 microns in diameter. A micron is 1/25,000 of an inch. If you shrank a Coke can until it was the diameter of a human hair, the letter O in the product name would be about 10 microns across.” – Mary Roach
