So I've been dealing with a locked jaw for over three weeks now. My top and bottom set of teeth miss each other. I miss them being together.
In the past, my jaw has locked for 24-48 hours at the most (unlocking while I sleep at night). This time, I have had therapy done with my chiropractor a few times. I've taken anti-inflamitories and muscle relaxants prescribed by my primary doctor. I've tried to recognize any stress in my life and let it go. I've tried positive affirmations. Nothing has put my stupid jaw back where it belongs.
The past week I've actually been able to bite down more than before so chewing food was actually worth my time. Then this morning as I was eating some oatmeal, my dang jaw popped back to it's status from two weeks ago. I can't bite down at all. I am so annoyed, frustrated, hungry and... I am actually fuming. I want to break down and cry. The kind of cry when you become a new mom and you miss the enjoyment of sleep. The desparate longing for feeling normal again.
Tomorrow I am supposed to meet an old friend for lunch. I've been looking forward to it for awhile now. I thought, "By then I'll be healed and able to enjoy good company and a yummy meal." I know I shouldn't let the enjoyment of food bug me so much. I stopped worrying about it a week ago when I saw progress. Now I am back to square one and worry I'll be stuck this way forever. Reminds me a of a similar restriction to food I had once upon a time. But at least when I was diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes 4 years ago, I knew that within 10 weeks I could eat what I wanted. I fear I'll reach the 10 week mark with this locked jaw and will still be feeling sorry for myself.
Okay, I'm done whining [on my blog].