Old is as old does

My body is sabotaging me this week.

I know that the ribs are feeling better. So, in a way, my body is working for me, not against me. I still take five minutes to maneuver out of bed, but I can go the day without screaming pain, or jarring spasms. I even did all of yesterday without any medication.

However, I am still feeble and hurting, and will most likely be for some time. Poor old body.

Now there is a new dilemma. My bite is off.

It has been a bit crooked since December, but this week it suddenly went haywire. I can't close my mouth.

Just to line up the back molars, I have to concentrate and force it, and when I do, my front top teeth bang up against my lower front teeth.

TO told me at rehearsal that it might be TMJ.

She asked if I drink a lot of coffee. Ha.

She asked if I was stressed. Ha.

She asked if I grind my teeth at night. I said since I answered yes to the first two, what do you think?

She told me to cut out coffee. Now. She also said TMJ wasn't reversible. She said I would get a night guard, but you can't correct it.

Boy, was I shaken.

I kept returning to her all last night as if I was trying to discern her credentials. I would ask her just how she knew these things. She told me that I kind of am obsessive. I laughed. Just getting to know me, are we?

Well, my ACTUAL doctor, KK, told me none of that was true. No coffee concerns, and it can be reversed.

Then, I went on WebMD, and to my surprise, they say the same thing. No coffee relations, and can be reversed.

So, I think I will call my dentist. I did stretch my mouth super wide last night, and I heard a pop, and my bite is just a tiny bit better, so who knows.

Still, I sit here this morning having not made any coffee, because, you know, I'm a paranoid obsessive.

Maybe I'll watch a Woody Allen movie today!