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The Witching Hour
Tuesday, March 07, 2006

I'm having yet another night of I-can't-sleep. Sure, it's early, only 11:27. I can't even remember when bedtime for me meant anything this side of the witching hour. Maybe in high school, but then again, I was an insomniac back then, too. I had many a late night, writing in my journal and listening to The Smiths, softly. So here I am, on the couch, my fat cat perched on my leg, wanting to be petted and wheezing like an overweight accordion.

Maybe I should read, but I don't have anything interesting on hand. I'm not really liking the book I bought the other day and I don't feel like starting anything new. Mini is on the floor now, lying on her side, looking like a cross between a cat and a cow. Or a cat who swallowed a cow.

I have so much work that needs to be done by Monday, maybe I should do some of that. But I can't stand to sit in that room for one more minute today. These are the perils of working from home, when your home is a two bedroom apartment. My commute is from one room to the other, that other being our most cluttered, book-filled, dorm-room-like room. One of these years I will clean it, sort through all the crap, get rid of the piles of paper on my desk, marvel that I actually have a desk under all that crap.

I got my tickets for Italy today. I wish my life wasn't going to be a completely stressful hell until I leave and even after I get back. I hope the trip goes okay, although I'm already having my doubts. We're doing my least favorite kind of traveling, two cities in one week and even though I'm going with my mom (who is super-fun), I'm the one who's in charge. I'm not used to having all the responsibility. Why am I making myself even more stressed out about it? I keep reminding myself that I will get my work done on time (I always do), the trip will be fine, maybe this time I will buy the giant pasta bowl I've been wanting the last two times I've been to Florence, it will be fun to see Italy through my mom's eyes, since she's never been and she's very excited to go.

I've been having a hard time with my TMJ lately. I can't open my mouth far enough to eat with out it cracking. Today I had this squishy sensation when I chewed, like I'd gone swimming and had water stuck in my ear, then tonight the entire left side of my head from my neck all the way up to my eye hurt. There's nothing I can do but take Advil and hope it works soon. You'd think someone would have come up with a treatment for TMJ by now, other than eat soft food, use a heat pack and take Advil. It's ridiculous. My own personal hell is to run out of Advil, which fortunately never happens since I buy huge jars of it at Target.

Oh well. It's 12:01. Perhaps I shall lie down, try to get some sleep. Get up early and walk into my work room and bust out a bunch of the illos I need to do. Yeah. That's the ticket.

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3 Comments:

Hey, do you know about trigger points?

You find them in your cheek and they huurrrrt to massage, but when you do a certain type of massage on them it works wonders for tmj.

It's called the masseter. It's different than working your finger up into the joint of your jaw.

Anyway.

http://www.triggerpointbook.com/examples.htm

By Jen, at 3/07/2006 1:21 AM

I might have no idea what I'm talking about here, usually happens, but I had something similar. Half my face, from my back tooth, through my eye to my brain, and getting the ear along the way (I failed anatomy class twice so bare with me, lol) would hurt. I almost blacked out a few times from the pain, and it ended up being the lastest little virus going around.

Now I hope it isn't a virus, but the booster shots tend to cure me pretty quick when I catch these fun little viruses.

By Harlock, at 3/07/2006 1:34 AM

Jen, I actually do have that book. I used to do those massages a lot, but they're incredibly painful to do, especially when you don't do them on a regular basis. Last night I actually contemplated doing a few, but my eyes started to tear at the thought of how much more my face would be hurting if I did. My TMJ seems to be getting worse, which is pretty depressing. I just can't believe that no doctor wants to own this problem and try to treat it. My insurance won't cover it unless you have to get surgery, which is something I would never do.

By Angela, at 3/07/2006 6:56 AM