woo-OOOOO-ooooo! The world’s looking a little undulatory today.
The cyclobenzeprine gunk is working, thought it’s taken a couple days to kick in. The late TMJ episode was the proverbial straw: decided to take a chance that the stuff wouldn’t elicit visions of sugarplums floating on an island in the middle of the iceberg-cold pool to a sound track of “Bali Hai Is Calling.” Dropped half a pill that night; another half in the morning; then, seeing no serious ill effect, gulped a whole pill down in the evening.
Yesterday brought enough improvement to be noticeable, and by evening I was able to eat, more or less, by forcing my teeth to come together, and didn’t have to hang my jaw open like an adenoid idiot to make the hearing work in the right ear. Scarfed down another a half-a-pill before heading out to choir this morning.
By the time choir ended, I was feeling no pain, literally and figuratively.
Well….maybe not “no” pain, but today I can close the mouth normally and the hearing is back to normal. The spasmed muscle in the rib cage is now tolerable, the upper back spasm almost gone, and the lower back pain barely noticeable.
Wonder if you have to snarf pills forever to keep the muscle pain at bay, or if it’ll go away after it’s calmed down a bit. I really don’t want to keep taking muscle relaxants any longer than absolutely necessary. The price for all this soothing (besides the $17 price tag) is a craving for gallons of water, mild dizziness, and a sense of being ever so slightly disoriented. I really can’t be driving around in that state.
All right. Enough of that! Let’s see what’s going on outside of LaLaLand…
Donna Freedman mourns the loss of yet another potential grandchild and her heart aches for her daughter’s sorrow. This is an eloquent, heart-rending piece of writing from an extraordinary writer.
At I Pick Up Pennies, daughter Abbie is picking herself up and trudging on, largely by focusing on the small everyday things of life.
In other precincts, Evan and The Wife are moving. And it’s one of those gawdawful moves where you have to get out of your existing house and have no place to go until the new place is ready. Fortunately they have family to help out. But this strategy is never fun.
Revanche, to my amazement, was brave enough to order a pizza from a widely reviled chain. After the comedy of errors that followed, she’s not likely to repeat that experiment. In another lively post at A Gai Shan Life, she demonstrates why she and PiC were willing to spend $8500 on surgery for Doggle.
TB has another tale of the blue-collar life. Reminded me of the time I walked off a job…one of these days, I’ll have to tell you that story…
In the more-is-better department, Mrs. Accountability reflects that sometimes raising three kids can be cheaper than raising two.
Mrs. PoP poses a mystery in a winsome post about her husband’s hobby…or male bonding activity.
And in the WTF? department, check out Consumerist’s report of the weirdness that is Anthropologie.
Frugal Scholar compares accumulated household clutter to head congestion and braces for the cure.
Money Beagle has an outstanding post reflecting on the reasons for the pigheadedness that dominates today’s national discourse.
Nicoleandmaggie have got a brisk conversation going on the question of the dreadful gifts people give each other.
eemusings asks NZ Muse readers if they’ve ever recommended a friend for a job.
And Five-Cent Nickel asks if you’d be willing to pay a premium for the privilege of stashing more money into a Roth IRA.
Crystal at Budgeting in the Fun Stuff posts the 2013 post-Big-Move budget. Looks pretty promising, too.
Welp, time to go to chant choir…and so, off and running.
UUUUUUUHHH!!!! South Pacific, just love the music and the movie.
And the incredibly rare times I have taken strong pain pills, I rather liked the cottony sense of well being. I always thought I could kind of understand drug abuse in that sense.
Yeah, South Pacific was a great movie, though I don’t recall the weird color tones with that song. But it’s been about a million years since I saw it.
I suppose one could like the sensation…and apparently many people do. It does explain the widespread addictions and alcoholism. This is another of several evidently normal things that are missing in my personality: I really dislike the sensation of being drunk or zapped by some drug. It makes me feel out of control…and even though yes, I know, we’re never in control, I prefer the illusion of having some degree of control over my life to the sense of being afloat in fluffy chaos.
Muscle relaxants made me feel crazy–horrible! Mr FS has chronic back pain and takes tiny pieces of–I think–hydrocodine–most of the day. He also OCCASIONALLY takes muscle relaxants. His aged P did the same.
The day I took two Vicodins I was in the BEST mood ever. Hopefully the muscle relaxants help and you can get your brain back, though. I always feel like the cottony feeling prevents me from thinking clearly.
In the meantime, sing along to Bali Hai, follow it up with some Happy Talk, and then go ahead and Wash That Man Right Out of your Hair… =) What a great musical. Wore out the VHS when I was little.
<3 South Pacific. I have *both* sound tracks (movie and orig broadway cast).