Trigeminal what?
http://www.tna-support.org/newlook/definition.htm
So there’s a new (in my world) name for pain. I hope we don’t get intimate.
It slightly explains why I walk around with things wrapped over my face to protect me from the AIR. I also probably look really weird while walking around outside (lots of air out there) with my index and third fingers pressed firmly on my jaw joint next to my ear, making me look like a field reporter receiving input through an earpiece.
I’ve been calling myself a big wuss because when this new lovely addition to my life comes calling I drop like tear from a crocodile’s eye…or perhaps a tear from the eye of the magpie that the “Hemiseritoides heirgriphica” (pardon my spelling) drinks (after alighting on the bird’s neck – thank you Steven Colbert).
After reading Jeremy’s response to my post, I think I may be only half wuss. I think most of my screaming comes from fear that the pain will not go away, or (unfortunately more likely) will come back.
Pain pain go away come again…I’ve said this rhyme before. It don’t listen.
I made a cake. I ate it. mmmmmmm….bye bye semblance of diet.
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