Today I'll spend about an hour helping out at Crickles' school. They are doing a walk-a-thon for fund-raising money for their school . . . there's no money for "fun" if they don't do these things. I like this "fun" raiser in particular because I get to pay the school for the privilege to exercise in their red dirt field for 45 minutes. Actually, I do not know what I'll be doing. It doesn't matter. I'm just showing my face because I can and I should since I have the time.
I woke at 2 this morning with my TMJ kicking in high gear. I drank a spot of milk to wash down the Motrin. It hurts like the dickens!
I don't dare ask the question, "Haven't I suffered enough?"
You and I both know the answer to that and you should know that I don't want to provoke God nor prove what a complete and bloody wimp I am!
So, now it's 3:52 and Crickles has come in. "Can I lay down on dad's side?" Yup. And, "Will you wake me up at 5:30?" I may, but I think the alarm definitely will.
I hope I'll be able to awaken fully by then!
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O, I know that pain. So sorry. Have you tried some heat and massage on your jaw in a dropped,gaping and lax position?
Do you have a night brace?
Prayers.
I will offer Mass for you today. I am glad to see you getting out of the house though. Did you get to walk at all?
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