Friday’s Feature: Comes Highly Recommended

A little over a week and half ago, I woke up with awful tightness running from the top of my left ear, all the way down through my jaw. It hurt to open my mouth, eat, yawn — staring at it for too long in the mirror made it hiss and growl.

Moaning my way into the kitchen, my mother-in-law, a nurse, told me that it could be a couple of things, the likeliest of which being either a sinus infection or a rotten tooth. I pooh-poohed at the latter (My scruples for dental-hygiene eliminated this possibility right away.) and chalked it up to a sinus infection, seeing that I quite definitely have inherited the WORST allergies on the planet. Those of you who suffer with me, you know . . . Anyhow, I figured, like a bruise, it would go away on its own. Regrettably, optimism was short-lived when a day later my jaw began clicking in and out of place, sliding clear across the width of my face with every chomp. (Picture a cow chewing its cud, and behold me in all my elegance.) For someone who loves her food and works very hard to reward herself, I was bereft, let me tell you. By now this had been going on for about 4 days and I was starting to get a little nervous. I decided to give my chiropractor a call to see if he had any idea why I was beginning to display signs indicative of Emily Rose. I’ve included a picture for your convenience.

So . . .

Something had to be done, right? Right. Dr. Black, my chiropractor, said he believed I was suffering from TMJ. “Too much juice?” I asked him. The gracious man he is, he overlooked my terrible joke and invited me to come in as soon as I could. My distended jaw — Carl, I named it — and I left immediately.  Continue reading

The Friday Feature: Comes Highly Recommended

Well . . . it happened; my brand new car reached 30,000 miles.

*Dun dun dun*

I suppose I should stop calling it brand new, huh? So long, “Ooo Shiny!”

To put things mildly, I was dreading it — the “suggested” 30 k service — and had put it off for weeks, imagining the very worst of possible automotive concerns. And for good reason, mind you! For when it comes to this degree of reparations, the Hubs and I have never exited the mechanic’s without tears in our eyes and an itemized statement totaling somewhere in high triple digits. And, I’ll be darned, it never fails; every stinkin’ time I take the car in for an oil change, the mechanic “inadvertently” finds a host of other problems, warning me in his superior “car-speak” the risk I take by not having them fixed. Today. Immediately. At his auto repair shop. And, here, take a card with you while you’re at it.

Sniff. Whimper. Roar!

The way I see it, Continue reading