This was Bossy in 2012 BC, where BC = Before Canal. Root canal, that is, which Bossy had, oh, approximately one-thousand-one-hundred-and-seventy-six hours ago, but who’s counting?
Bossy is. That’s because now, seven weeks later, all that remains of Bossy is a pulsing jaw under a heap of frizz:
Bossy never even knew she had a jaw before her root canal procedure. Bossy just sort of thought she had a face with a smile sewn on by God. But now Bossy is nothing but the cartilaginous structure where the articular and the quadrate hinge.
Or become unhinged, as the case may be — especially if that case is Bossy, who began experiencing chronic jaw pain three weeks following what was otherwise considered successful root canal.
It all began with pain and moved to pain followed by pain. Strangely this pain gets worse at night, which is a coincidence, since this is the part of the day when Bossy’s jaw falls off her head.
But that’s okay, it’s not like Bossy has much to do at night, unless you consider sleep important. Instead Bossy lies in the dark and counts sheep. Sheep dressed as jaws collapsing into her windpipe.
So please excuse Bossy’s absence here on her blog, especially since she was getting on a roll again with frequent posts. Now Bossy isn’t so much on a roll as in one.
Care to share your own tooth or jaw or jaw story, Bossy’s esteemed council?
Or you could read about how this whole Bossy root canal thing began this past December.