Step away from Web MD. IT'S NOT LOCKJAW, LINDS.
All right, so I need me some icons.
I think you guys should point me toward your very favorite icon makers and things OR EVEN BETTER to icons you guys have made yourselves so I can stock up. It's kinda late and I'm not very good at thinking at the moment buuuut I need Stephen King-y icons and The Office icons and maybe possibly Gossip Girl icons and Runaways and Disney and classic movies and Firefly and man, you guys know all the stuff I like. HIT ME. I'll give you a gold star or something if you leave me an icon in the comments you think I should have.
So, mysteriously on Sunday night I started having weird jaw pain. I didn't really think anything of it until the next day, when it started hurting really really badly. I went to the clinic later that day, sat in a waiting room for forty-five minutes, then got shuttled into a tiny room where a doctor with a perpetually confused expression on his face looked me over.
"So, what seems to be the problem?"
"Um, I have jaw pain. Really badly. It started hurting last night and I guess I must've been clenching it in my sleep."
At this point he looks at me like I tell him I'm starting to growing carrots out of my ears. He asks questions leading around various diagnoses I've already given myself thanks to the powers of the internet: possible sinus infection causing facial pressure, impacted tooth, and TMJ. He opens up my mouth and says that yep, my wisdom teeth are coming in on the bottom. He tilts my head back, looks for two seconds, and says he can't see the top teeth. Probably because it's dark in there, buddy. You wanna bust out your tiny flashlight or are you in too much of a hurry?
He's in too much of a hurry. He shakes the Magic 8 Ball in his head and all signs apparently point to TMJ, which he scribbles on my doctor's note, then proceeds to give some pain meds and a muscle relaxant. "Could be those wisdom teeth," he tells me, and then leaves. I picture the staff of the clinic huddled outside the door with a stopwatch, throwing up the horns and giving him backpats to celebrate his record time as he exits the room. But I shouldn't be so harsh, right? I mean, there isn't anything wrong with throwing two guesses out there and hoping one hits the mark?
It's not like, a science.
At the pharmacy, they had to change up the prescription, because he gave me two things that you can't take together.
And well, I can't function without the pain pills and the muscle relaxant, but I'm totally spaced out while I'm on them. I tried to do some research for my Yuletide fic tonight and it just wasn't happening. Blagh. I just hope this creepy jaw pain goes away sometime this week and doesn't come back. I need to start thinking about Christmas presents-- which are going to have to be homemade this year, mostly because of money but also because I feel I need some kinda creative outlet and to stay the hell out of the mall at all cost.
My tagging mojo needs to come back. Cuthbert hates me. DX
Oh, and I have literally looked at the DVD shelf three times this week, going I know, I'll watch Watchmen! in my brain, only to realize we don't own it. This is a sad turn of events, for sure, but what's funny is that my brain is so intent on forgetting that fact. It must be the Black Freighter case that keeps tricking me. But I strongly feel Rorschach will scare away my faily jaw pain. Or at the very least provide some perspective on pain. Ronch ronch ronch.
I think you guys should point me toward your very favorite icon makers and things OR EVEN BETTER to icons you guys have made yourselves so I can stock up. It's kinda late and I'm not very good at thinking at the moment buuuut I need Stephen King-y icons and The Office icons and maybe possibly Gossip Girl icons and Runaways and Disney and classic movies and Firefly and man, you guys know all the stuff I like. HIT ME. I'll give you a gold star or something if you leave me an icon in the comments you think I should have.
So, mysteriously on Sunday night I started having weird jaw pain. I didn't really think anything of it until the next day, when it started hurting really really badly. I went to the clinic later that day, sat in a waiting room for forty-five minutes, then got shuttled into a tiny room where a doctor with a perpetually confused expression on his face looked me over.
"So, what seems to be the problem?"
"Um, I have jaw pain. Really badly. It started hurting last night and I guess I must've been clenching it in my sleep."
At this point he looks at me like I tell him I'm starting to growing carrots out of my ears. He asks questions leading around various diagnoses I've already given myself thanks to the powers of the internet: possible sinus infection causing facial pressure, impacted tooth, and TMJ. He opens up my mouth and says that yep, my wisdom teeth are coming in on the bottom. He tilts my head back, looks for two seconds, and says he can't see the top teeth. Probably because it's dark in there, buddy. You wanna bust out your tiny flashlight or are you in too much of a hurry?
He's in too much of a hurry. He shakes the Magic 8 Ball in his head and all signs apparently point to TMJ, which he scribbles on my doctor's note, then proceeds to give some pain meds and a muscle relaxant. "Could be those wisdom teeth," he tells me, and then leaves. I picture the staff of the clinic huddled outside the door with a stopwatch, throwing up the horns and giving him backpats to celebrate his record time as he exits the room. But I shouldn't be so harsh, right? I mean, there isn't anything wrong with throwing two guesses out there and hoping one hits the mark?
It's not like, a science.
At the pharmacy, they had to change up the prescription, because he gave me two things that you can't take together.
And well, I can't function without the pain pills and the muscle relaxant, but I'm totally spaced out while I'm on them. I tried to do some research for my Yuletide fic tonight and it just wasn't happening. Blagh. I just hope this creepy jaw pain goes away sometime this week and doesn't come back. I need to start thinking about Christmas presents-- which are going to have to be homemade this year, mostly because of money but also because I feel I need some kinda creative outlet and to stay the hell out of the mall at all cost.
My tagging mojo needs to come back. Cuthbert hates me. DX
Oh, and I have literally looked at the DVD shelf three times this week, going I know, I'll watch Watchmen! in my brain, only to realize we don't own it. This is a sad turn of events, for sure, but what's funny is that my brain is so intent on forgetting that fact. It must be the Black Freighter case that keeps tricking me. But I strongly feel Rorschach will scare away my faily jaw pain. Or at the very least provide some perspective on pain. Ronch ronch ronch.