…I’m ready to welcome a new one!
New year’s eve was unplanned and as mentioned before we never figured anything out till much later in the evening. I wasn’t in the mood anyway, since my visit to the dentist in the morning left me with a million questions and scary thoughts about my regressing jaw; and on hindsight, maybe we should have stayed at home and watched movies or played inane videogames.
Such a Pac-Manish image. Can just imagine the skull as the little yellow dot...
So, my jaw is pushing in to my skull and the joints are rubbing against each other with no fluid to help the impact. Add to that, the fan shaped muscle that holds the jaw in place with the skull, ears, etc. is so tired of the stress, I think it’s screaming to give up. The pain thus radiates from the back of my left jaw to my skull. Nice, eh?
Furthermore, I’d like to point out that I’ve naturally perfect teeth and this hasn’t come about because I used braces to push my teeth back as a kid. And oh, my teeth are super worn out, not because I eat a lot, but because I grind them in my sleep apparently! (Did not know that! But then, snorers don’t know they snore either. Same thing.)
Level of pain – Imagine a wisdom tooth ache. Then multiply that pain by three. That’s how much it hurt. My painkiller/muscle relaxant is the kind that is given to post-op patients. I wasn’t complaining; at that point, I’d have conceded to an animal tranquilliser if it meant dulling the never-ending throb in my skull.
Crazy-feaky diagnosis right? I’ve two solutions -1. The doc proposed I should see an ENT as this might have links to my supposed adult asthma what with my jaw pushing into my air canal etc.
2. Depending on that diagnosis, he wants to use a reverse brace (is that the correct term?) to pull/push my jaw out to make my “bite” optimum and reduce the stress on the skull and surrounding muscles.
“WHOA! Hold on Mister! What was that again? A second opinion is needed, I say!”
Oh well, so this is how I waltzed in to the new year – with painkillers, at a bar I didn’t really want to be at, stuck in a sticky situation with a so-called-friend, that made me intolerant and annoyed with The Husband, resulting in him saying things he never should have said; which forced me to walk home (not a single empty cab at 4am), shoeless and (logically, there is NO WAY I can walk three kms in six inch heels and claim to have functional feet), completely sober. Whew! Oh, another casualty of the evening, apart from my feet – my new, two of a kind, designer dress had a cigarette burn! A fruitcake was smoking in the club. Irresponsible Choot! I guess I should thank you for not setting me on fire, yep? *rolls eyes*
Day 1 of the new year began at noon, having settled for good old MacD’s. What a wonderful way to start 2012 – grouchy, hungover, with a junk food baby, lying on the couch comatose, watching The Husband play stupid first person shooter video games. Slept. Finished Modern Family S01 (thanks Miko).
The next day I baked too many chocolate chip banana muffins, took half a dozen to Dan and Raine with Sparky, sat by the swan lake and bitched and moaned and lay in the grass, got bit by ants, watched Dan inhale three cupcakes in one go, then swallow an entire Venti jug of coffee (mad funny result – super hyper boy), came home watched The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo in Swedish and cooked Raine dinner. Nothing like awesome friends to put one in a good mood for a tragic work week that followed.
You still reading? Awesome!
The week leading up to New Year had 3.5 working days and I was on MC for one – the sickie had already set in… The week after, my immune system threw in the towel and I succumbed to the office cough/cold/flu epidemic. I spent two days working from home as my team was away and the crisis was an almost near-death experience! (Kidding). Yes the meds are trippy and I still have a granny cough and a Darth Vader voice, but the excitement that descended on us in those two days that were supposed to be sedate was incredible! I thank my stars I’ve such awesome backup – my Super Boss helped me do that stunt from the movies, where the heroine dressed in a black cat suit slides-under-the-shutter-just-as-it-closes, with a few minutes/ inches to spare (figuratively speaking of course). My heart had a workout it won’t forget! I had to go lie down after. HAHAH!
Also, remember that resolution I made to bake new stuff every month? I think I’ve lost my mind – I’ve baked two kinds of coconut cupcakes, breakfast muffins with jam centres, banana chocolate chip muffins and a chocolate cake with stout – (for The Husband’s birthday), all in week one of January! It does beat the hell out of shopping for clothes and it makes me infinitely happy to create yummy things 
This is just the baked stuff. You’ve not seen the other storm I cooked up.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the forest, I still can’t spell “receipy” and I can’t eat all the stuff I bake lest I wear out my lower mandible. So I guess my wonderful colleagues will be in luck again this week; they’ll get to sample a chocolate cake with stout!
As I sign off, take a look at this ridiculously funny Bruce Lee video montage set to the tune of Die MF Die by this band called Dope; yes the lyrics kept bringing me visions of Samuel L Jackson’s obsessive use of the word in one of my favourite movies. So while you chuckle with me, do spill your tale of gore and glory from the New Year? As for me, I’ve a feeling the other weeks of the year are going to slink around with an inferiority complex because they’ll never be able to live up to the example set by week one No?
