And so it goes...

I woke up at 1:45, laying on the floor after having fallen out of bed and holding my jaw.

For those who don’t know, I dislocated my jaw Monday morning and spent six hours in the ER.

It’s been a none too pleasant recovery with a “soft” diet restriction as well as “orders” not to open my mouth wide to yawn, yell at people, or trying to eat things like apples.

My jaw is still hurting and the vicodin is helping to keep that pain at bay while I’m not at work.

Otherwise, well, things are going. I’m still in a dark foul mood.

I spent a good 45 minutes on the phone with tonight and that actually cheered me up some. I need to see him sometime and also to see my friends who can actually cheer me up. My “cheering” friends are in MN so it’s going to be a long while before I see them. I guess that’s life. If I’m not doing better in a couple of days, I’m going to be seeking psychiatric help and hoping I can pull of a miracle with good sliding-scale mental help.

I need it.