Friday, July 09, 2004
Unhinged
The power is finally back on. I suspect the surge at the time of line reconnection killed my stove. The stove control panel started a frantic, continuous beeping about a half-hour to an hour after power was restored - it's fried. 300 smackers for a new electronic control board, @%#& con-sarn it.
Before that, the family hid out at the movies (finally saw Spiderman II) and the bookstore and, after a fitful attempt to nap at home, we escaped to my husbands law offices, where AC, bright lights, cable TV and high-speed internet access beckoned.
I did have dial-up access and my husbands battery powered laptop at home, but that is almost worse than nothing in some circumstances...like being out of ones gourd.
I'm swearing off the pain killers and relaxers for now, unless the doctor I see MAKES me take them. Not worth it. They didn't really do anything but take the edge off, and I find the side-effects very disturbing.
Perhaps it was the combo of pain, and the stress of the power outage, the combined miseries - and not just the pain killers - that made me feel so emotionally labile and out-of-sorts, but when I found myself getting all teary at the plight of snake-o-pomorphized robot arms, I figured, cold packs and NSAIDS from now on!!!
The dirty rotten secret of pain killers your doctor will give you, is that they just don't work very well. They leave you sick to your stomach, groggy, woozy, loopy, and only take the edge off.
Fortunately for me, my jaw, though still very weird and popping and being slightly out of place, will actually close now. I live in mortal fear of it popping and locking again. The other side of my jaw is starting to act up too, the muscles are exhausted trying to hold my jaw in a new weird position.
I wonder if I'm going to have to have surgery - I see a doc this afternoon; who knows what she will say.
Before that, the family hid out at the movies (finally saw Spiderman II) and the bookstore and, after a fitful attempt to nap at home, we escaped to my husbands law offices, where AC, bright lights, cable TV and high-speed internet access beckoned.
I did have dial-up access and my husbands battery powered laptop at home, but that is almost worse than nothing in some circumstances...like being out of ones gourd.
I'm swearing off the pain killers and relaxers for now, unless the doctor I see MAKES me take them. Not worth it. They didn't really do anything but take the edge off, and I find the side-effects very disturbing.
Perhaps it was the combo of pain, and the stress of the power outage, the combined miseries - and not just the pain killers - that made me feel so emotionally labile and out-of-sorts, but when I found myself getting all teary at the plight of snake-o-pomorphized robot arms, I figured, cold packs and NSAIDS from now on!!!
The dirty rotten secret of pain killers your doctor will give you, is that they just don't work very well. They leave you sick to your stomach, groggy, woozy, loopy, and only take the edge off.
Fortunately for me, my jaw, though still very weird and popping and being slightly out of place, will actually close now. I live in mortal fear of it popping and locking again. The other side of my jaw is starting to act up too, the muscles are exhausted trying to hold my jaw in a new weird position.
I wonder if I'm going to have to have surgery - I see a doc this afternoon; who knows what she will say.
