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datlowen was home and we curled in the Cherry Blossom, per usual, and we went to the first event final, which is quite unusual! Teammate K and I had been to one of those at a different spiel over MLK weekend, but datlowen had never skipped a team to the big show, much less in a grown-up bonspiel (he and I have both won five-and-unders, though I had one as vice and one as skip and I believe he was vice on both occasions), so it was very exciting for him. Alas, we didn't really join the game until the fourth end, and owing to the five points (but I swept out another one, so when the opponent said "five red?", I was able legitimately to say "yes, just the five") we'd given up in the third end, we couldn't really get back in it. Still, though, first-event runners-up is pretty good for a team that seldom plays together.
Yesterday I woke up feeling awful, feverish and shaky and queasy, so I went to my follow-up appointment with the special dentist and then came home and went back to bed. Special dentist did some careful things with my teeth and my bite guard, all of which is supposed to make my bite more comfortable, which in turn is supposed to make my jaw stop hurting. (The TMJ itself is where it belongs, as I may have said last week, so we're at muscular culprits now.) I have to assume this means "eventually", as this morning I woke up without the by-now customary right-eye headache - I've got that now, never fear, but I didn't have it when I woke up - but with my jaw, especially on the right, aching like all hell. When I touch it with any kind of pressure it feels bruised. It hurts to smile, it hurts to yawn (which is sub-optimal because I'm v. tired on account of I suspect I'm not sleeping well these days), it frankly doesn't feel great to sit here not moving my face at all. Can't win. Hard to remain full of optimism that this will soon solve all my problems. If it doesn't, the next option is apparently to sit with electrodes on my face for an hour until the muscles in my face are stimulated into the best position for them (which will apparently not be a limp, drooling position), and then make a new bite guard for that position, which I will wear all the time except when eating; and assuming that does the trick offorcing encouraging my jaw to be in the right place, after a while the solution would be braces to get the teeth and jaw where they go so I wouldn't have to live with the orthotic appliance in my mouth all the time.
That's right about where he loses me. If it reaches that point and the fixing can be done with Invisalign, fine; if it would involve an actual mouthful of metal, I'm not sure I wouldn't frankly rather have surgery, and I'm totally serious about this. Hoping it doesn't come to that, of course. Gah. Urgh.
Today I have hauled myself to work, had a shockingly pleasant performance review (of complete uselessness, since there are no raises this year, but I suppose at such time as raises do come around again, they'll look at the trajectory of performance reviews, so the fact that this year's was so much better than last year's will be noted), communicated with my voice teacher about the next several weeks' worth of lessons, and made an appointment with a new (ahem) doctor, who I suppose when I get there I will ask her to be my PCP. More triliterate abbreviations, even. The current list: ENT, CAT, TMJ, NMD (neuromuscular dentistry; I got a pamphlet on this subject yesterday), FTW, GYN, PCP, DNW.
I'm getting random stuff done at a kind of alarming rate. I wonder if this level of very slight mania will continue until I get home tonight, at which point I believe taking apart my bed and remaking it all tight will help me sleep better. I'm odd that way, but at least I know it, so I can take steps.
datlowen was home and we curled in the Cherry Blossom, per usual, and we went to the first event final, which is quite unusual! Teammate K and I had been to one of those at a different spiel over MLK weekend, but datlowen had never skipped a team to the big show, much less in a grown-up bonspiel (he and I have both won five-and-unders, though I had one as vice and one as skip and I believe he was vice on both occasions), so it was very exciting for him. Alas, we didn't really join the game until the fourth end, and owing to the five points (but I swept out another one, so when the opponent said "five red?", I was able legitimately to say "yes, just the five") we'd given up in the third end, we couldn't really get back in it. Still, though, first-event runners-up is pretty good for a team that seldom plays together.Yesterday I woke up feeling awful, feverish and shaky and queasy, so I went to my follow-up appointment with the special dentist and then came home and went back to bed. Special dentist did some careful things with my teeth and my bite guard, all of which is supposed to make my bite more comfortable, which in turn is supposed to make my jaw stop hurting. (The TMJ itself is where it belongs, as I may have said last week, so we're at muscular culprits now.) I have to assume this means "eventually", as this morning I woke up without the by-now customary right-eye headache - I've got that now, never fear, but I didn't have it when I woke up - but with my jaw, especially on the right, aching like all hell. When I touch it with any kind of pressure it feels bruised. It hurts to smile, it hurts to yawn (which is sub-optimal because I'm v. tired on account of I suspect I'm not sleeping well these days), it frankly doesn't feel great to sit here not moving my face at all. Can't win. Hard to remain full of optimism that this will soon solve all my problems. If it doesn't, the next option is apparently to sit with electrodes on my face for an hour until the muscles in my face are stimulated into the best position for them (which will apparently not be a limp, drooling position), and then make a new bite guard for that position, which I will wear all the time except when eating; and assuming that does the trick of
That's right about where he loses me. If it reaches that point and the fixing can be done with Invisalign, fine; if it would involve an actual mouthful of metal, I'm not sure I wouldn't frankly rather have surgery, and I'm totally serious about this. Hoping it doesn't come to that, of course. Gah. Urgh.
Today I have hauled myself to work, had a shockingly pleasant performance review (of complete uselessness, since there are no raises this year, but I suppose at such time as raises do come around again, they'll look at the trajectory of performance reviews, so the fact that this year's was so much better than last year's will be noted), communicated with my voice teacher about the next several weeks' worth of lessons, and made an appointment with a new (ahem) doctor, who I suppose when I get there I will ask her to be my PCP. More triliterate abbreviations, even. The current list: ENT, CAT, TMJ, NMD (neuromuscular dentistry; I got a pamphlet on this subject yesterday), FTW, GYN, PCP, DNW.
I'm getting random stuff done at a kind of alarming rate. I wonder if this level of very slight mania will continue until I get home tonight, at which point I believe taking apart my bed and remaking it all tight will help me sleep better. I'm odd that way, but at least I know it, so I can take steps.