Take one three times a day.

[whatho]

I went to see the doctor this morning, to talk to him about my lockjaw. Well, no. My locked jaw, which has been stiff and weird and unyielding all week. He shined a torch in my ear and twisted my head about a bit and then said I had inflammation in my TMJ (I knew what it was but am getting better at doctor visits and managed not to translate any acronyms out loud) and gave me 84 anti-inflammatory tablets. 84! I'm quite excited at having more than 16 anti-inflammatories in one go. Not in a 'Yay, now I can take an overdose' way. Just in a sort of not having to buy them for ages and not wondering if they're there type way. Also contains sunset yellow. And if they don't work, I'm supposed to go to the dentist and make 'em give me a steroid injection into the joint. Which sounds delightful, but I may have to decline on the grounds that I've shunned the dentist for over two years now because they're expensive and just love to tell me off. So my hope is riding on you, Diclofenac Sodium Enteric coated tablets. Do not let me down.

I rewarded myself for the whole going to the doctor thing by eating a danish pastry. I really ought to stop rewarding myself for doing everyday activities.

Comments

[chiasmata]

Diclofenac! When they're good, they're very very good. When they're bad, they make me sick. Boo.

Good luck!

[whatho.livejournal.com]

Hurrah for Diclofenac, except for the sick-making part. I hope they don't do that. Most things don't. I shall be cross if these buck the trend.

Thank you!

[yonmei.livejournal.com]

Eek.

Hope your locked jaw gets unlocked so you don't have to go to the dentist. Agree dentists are wicked expensive.

[whatho.livejournal.com]

Thank you. They are beastly expensive. And they frown at me and nick my gums with their shiny tools. I don't like them much.

[jendleberry.livejournal.com]

I really ought to stop rewarding myself for doing everyday activities.

Nonsense. Going to the doctor is a thing of fear and stress. Danish pastries are entirely deserved.

[whatho.livejournal.com]

You speak words of great wisdom.

Perhaps I ought instead to stop consoling myself with salt and vinegar crisps for missing trains....