Cry-Baby

My mouth hurts. It hurts really bad. I'm not usually a whiner when it comes to not feeling well or being in pain. Whining really won't solve anything and it sure won't make you feel better. The last two days though, yeah, I've been whining. ALOT. It hurts. Really hurts. I mean, I'd totally rather have all of my natural childbirthing experiences all over again than have to deal with how much pain I am in with my mouth. No, I'm not even joking. I really would rather give birth than hurt like this. At least with childbirth you can know that the pain isn't going to last much longer. Plus, you get a baby when it's all over with. With this though? No baby, just a dental bill and some missing teeth (and in my case, a broken jaw.) Not nearly as exciting as a baby. I've cried alot the last few days, mostly because of the pain,and partly because I love to talk-and talking is hard right now. Like really hard. It's nearly impossible to talk without moving your jaw. I think my jaw is what is causing most of my pain at this point. The pain was tolerable on Monday at least. That is, until the last little bit of numbness wore off. Then it was BAD. Tuesday wasn't any better. Today? My face is swollen and REALLY bruised. I can't eat, I can't sleep, and the pain pills aren't really doing anything for me. I've actually been whimpering for the last hour just because I can. Yeah, I'm whining. My girls think I've gone crazy. Laney has now started whimpering right along with me. She thinks it's a game:) Paisley calls me cry-baby. (which I think is mean and ugly and it hurts my feelings!) I would never call her that, but I know she's only six and she has probably heard other kids say that.
This too shall pass......

Oh yeah, and I just wanna say, for the record, I'm sick of soup!