Keep Feeling Mastication
I had an extraordinarily pleasant weekend, seeing all kinds of people, going to the Mineral Show (they have prospecting field trips!) working on a freelance web site, and eating carefully. When I let my vigilance down at a friend's house for a beef stir-fry on Sunday, I had to go home and repeat my self-dentistry of Friday night, finishing off by stunning myself with painkillers once more. I'd had a hard time BELIEVING that my jaw had hurt That Much on Friday night. Surely I was tired - I was burned out after my week - something else had to be wrong. But no, Sunday's reprise showed that I hadn't been hallucinating.
Today, and tomorrow, I am back on tender things (scrambled eggs, pumpkin ravioli) with antibiotics for dessert. There is No Time for dental care tomorrow, since I'm off to Christchurch to give a talk. I'm packing a meal (pumpkin ravioli reheats just fine) and painkillers.
I have just barely gotten the hang of running two additional blogs. I'm trying for two posts a week in each one.
Today, and tomorrow, I am back on tender things (scrambled eggs, pumpkin ravioli) with antibiotics for dessert. There is No Time for dental care tomorrow, since I'm off to Christchurch to give a talk. I'm packing a meal (pumpkin ravioli reheats just fine) and painkillers.
I have just barely gotten the hang of running two additional blogs. I'm trying for two posts a week in each one.