Oh man, I thought I had naturally grown out of this like some people eventually do in time.
But after two years of rather unsuccessful treatment, my TMJ -- or TTM in France -- seemed to MIRACULOUSLY disappear after coming out here to France. Perhaps it was the result of me no longer making weekly plane trips after finishing up with the AVP. Either way, for two months here I was never once bothered by my jaw problems.
...Until three days ago.
Now here I sit, watching Grey's Anatomy on my computer trying to take my mind off it. I can't sleep because I'm too busy rubbing, stretching, and trying to pop my jaw back in place. Instead of sleep, I'm here making the most disgusting noises with my jaw joints.
And it's really painful. And when I take money out for my rent next week, I'll be left with less than 200 euros in my account. This is a really, really bad time to need to see a doctor. And where would I even start to look? I can barely describe my problem in English, let alone French. And do I really want to see someone? I've had such bad luck with it in the U.S. that I totally distrust anything they could possibly do here.
Maybe I'll just go to the local pharmacie (pick one, they're every 5 feet here) and load up on some intense pain killers. Until then, it's time for some Tylenol PM. Here's to knocking me out for the night without any further pain... (I WISH!)
Then again, maybe it's a result of my terrible students! Today was the first time I actually had to stop a "fun" lesson and make them copy sentences. When I come back, I'm going to check and make sure their parents signed their letters saying how bad they were -- wish me luck (with everything).
But after two years of rather unsuccessful treatment, my TMJ -- or TTM in France -- seemed to MIRACULOUSLY disappear after coming out here to France. Perhaps it was the result of me no longer making weekly plane trips after finishing up with the AVP. Either way, for two months here I was never once bothered by my jaw problems.
...Until three days ago.
Now here I sit, watching Grey's Anatomy on my computer trying to take my mind off it. I can't sleep because I'm too busy rubbing, stretching, and trying to pop my jaw back in place. Instead of sleep, I'm here making the most disgusting noises with my jaw joints.
And it's really painful. And when I take money out for my rent next week, I'll be left with less than 200 euros in my account. This is a really, really bad time to need to see a doctor. And where would I even start to look? I can barely describe my problem in English, let alone French. And do I really want to see someone? I've had such bad luck with it in the U.S. that I totally distrust anything they could possibly do here.
Maybe I'll just go to the local pharmacie (pick one, they're every 5 feet here) and load up on some intense pain killers. Until then, it's time for some Tylenol PM. Here's to knocking me out for the night without any further pain... (I WISH!)
Then again, maybe it's a result of my terrible students! Today was the first time I actually had to stop a "fun" lesson and make them copy sentences. When I come back, I'm going to check and make sure their parents signed their letters saying how bad they were -- wish me luck (with everything).
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