I’ve seen the doctor a few times for the bite wound now, go home after being treated in the hospital, several hours elapse with the Norco that they give me and I am right back to the excruciating pain. Not understating.

It just dawned on me in that I just remembered that my primary care physician has an emergency, or off-call, number. Depending on how I feel by then I am really thinking that I should give that number a call. I just need to make it to where I can speak and be understood for the duration of the call, but I know that he will take me seriously. He has always taken my needs seriously. But this has been a spectacular taste of a weekend, even though I don’t blame my son at all for what he didn’t even mean to do and would never even think of blaming him. Not for a single solitary second. I need a weekend for y weekend if you get what I mean…

As I’m sure a lot of you already know, I was headbutt by my youngest son while I was eating and managed to bite my lip — hard — instead of the food I was supposed to bite down on. This hasn’t been healing the way I had expected or had wanted it to, I have been in substantial pain due to this injury, as I’d realized…

Tomorrow I see the doctor for it, and the game plan is to check my jaw to make sure that nothing substantial happened to that, to check the injury itself, and to prescribe pain medication to tide me over until it heals, which sounds fantastic to me. Although there will be a bit of a wait to see the doctor (a wait for my name to be called, I’m guessing), I’m ready. I want this looked at. I want to be in a lot less pain. In the wise words of… whomenever, let’s do this. I do hope that my pain is taken seriously though. I expect it to be at this doctor.

I want to get back on my feet and get back to doing the things I’ve been doing without, well, you know, pain.