I don’t really have a diagnosis for either of today’s ailments; but they are alive and well. I’m trying to ride them out in an air of superiority, but I’m starting to cave.
Eating has turned into a complicated sport. My far right molar is so sensitive that even breathing in the wrong direction sends me to tears. Drinking liquids, regardless of the temperature, is agonizing. And all food must be strategically placed in the utmost left of the mouth. It’s almost like the diet I never asked for. Almost.
The surgical needle in my right side has found a permanent home. The pain, just under my ribcage is almost as agonizing as the toothache.
The voodoo doll lives on!
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