First of all, I want to thank you all for the awesome support. I was frustrated, in pain, and scared, and your support, suggestions, and well-wishes all warmed my heart, made me feel a little better – it all meant so much to me.
Thank you. So much.
I am feeling quite a lot better now. Not strong like I was. Not the same confidence I had.
But not hurting either.
The good news is – I am going to get to the IMLP starting line (in 10 freaking days!) I am relieved about the pain being mostly gone, and about getting to give it a go at my favorite race for a second time.
After 1 treatment I slept through the night for the first time in a week and a half. After the second, I slept through the night AND I ate without crying. That same day, I swam in the lake and felt pretty good.
Today I had my 3rd treatment and I actually feel…almost normal. I am going for a bike ride tomorrow morning to see how I really feel.
The best news? I am down to 2 Advil in the morning, and 2 at night. I am aiming for a drug-free weekend.
So….I have a funny story that came out of all of this that I want to share…
My mom brought my 88 year old grandmother up to see me last weekend. I was really suffering from the TMJ crap I was dealing with, but I wanted to see them and was excited to show them my garden.
When they got there, I took them outside right away to show them the garden. One minute I was walking around happily showing them my peppers and tomatoes, the next I was silent, holding my face, making pain noises, and trying to stay standing.
I was having an “episode” as I came to call them.
They helped me inside and my mother started rubbing my neck to try to help, I was icing my face and writhing around in pain, and my poor grandmother was so upset to see me like that.
I looked at the clock and saw I had another 3 hours before I could take another 800mg dose of Advil.
After some time, the episode passed for the most part, enough so I could function anyway. Mom was rubbing my neck and we all decided that massage helped make it, whatever it was, go away quicker.
Mom said we should book a massage, and that is when my grandmother pipes up, “Do you have a vibrator?”
“Ummm..No…” I answer.
She continued, “I have one, I love it! I use it all the time.”
Oh. My. God.
I manage to stammer, “Um…You? Do?”
“I am going to give you money, you need to go get a good vibrator, it will make you feel better. Get a long-handled one, those are the best. You can reach everything!”
It dawns on my at that point that she means a massage thing for my neck.
But Mom and I were in HYSTERICS.
Which kind of made my face hurt more but at the same time it was good to laugh instead of cry for a change so it was good.
The best part was she didn’t understand what we found so funny about the whole thing.
Thanks for reading!