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One Thing after Another

Welp, I gave up on the resistance to the cyclobenzaprine. The back pain had about subsided to a normal level without a little help from my friends. Right now it’s just the standard stiffness of old age. But yesterday what should come along but a roaring flare-up of TMJ syndrome.

To my mind, the TMJ is worse than the backache. I can’t hear out of one ear, can’t close my jaw, can’t eat.

So yesterday morning out came the unopened bottle of pills. Took half of one in the morning. No little blue men materialized out of the air, so I figured it wasn’t going to have any psychoactive effects. Not soon, at least. Didn’t do much for the TMJ, either. So at night I swallowed a whole pill.

Slept all night. That was nice. Awoke refreshed. That was amazing.

Did it have any effect on the injured ear and jaw? Unclear. Still can’t hear well, but the jaw doesn’t have to be held open quite as far to ease the ear discomfort. Still can’t bring the teeth together without pain, which means I still won’t be able to eat without pain.

Shee-ut. This has become a pattern: Just get almost over one ailment and WHACK! Another one comes along. You can be sure that just as this starts to clear up, I’ll get the flu. Which probably will devolve into bronchitis again.

So this is old age, eh? Well. No wonder old people whine about their aches and pains all the time. I’d rather die than keep on like this, stumbling from one misery to the next. And seriously, if this sequence of ailment after ailment after ailment doesn’t quit soon, it may be time to think about how to make it stop. There’s really no future when you live from pain to pain and spend your days in doctors’ offices and ERs. Why bother?

5 thoughts on “One Thing after Another”

  1. I sympathize. Physically, getting older sucks. I think of ways to make it stop, too. But life is just one thing after another, and you never know what the next thing will be. Curiosity keeps me in it. Something I’ve found helps with a lot of head-area aches is cider vinegar and honey in hot water. And yoga helps with almost everything. Good luck, hope you start feeling better.

  2. Ergh. Hope you feel better and that your plants survived the freeze (we lost several new-ish fruit trees to a freeze).

    My miracle cure: taking a walk. Even in the house. I’m going to do it right now!

    • Yeah. Walking’s good. That’s one reason to get a dog: it’s very, very hard to shirk Going For A Walk when you have someone nagging you at the Appointed Time.

      We’ll see how the plants do. My citrus look a little stung, but they can withstand a fair amount of frost; they’ll drop their leaves and look peaked for awhile, but when the warm weather returns, most of the foliage returns. I’ve covered most of the bougs, except for the biggest one on the east side of the house, which is as tall as a small tree. That bush is well sheltered by the Texas ebony and two walls, plus at dawn the sun hits that spot first.

      Bougainvillea will grow back, too, as long as you leave the dead stuff on until the warm weather comes back — even dried-up twigs will protect the heart and base of the plant, from which it’ll eventually return. Dunno what will become of all those bulbs I just put in the ground. In theory the soil should protect them…but they’re pretty close to the surface.

      And it’s just as well that I didn’t get around to pruning the three surviving tea roses. They’re pretty tough plants, but they wouldn’t appreciate freezer burn on new growth.

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