Pyat and the pain in the jaw

Late last week, I think on Thursday or Friday night, I woke with a pain on the left side of my jaw. Specifically, at the “hinge” of the jaw, inside. Probing with my tongue I seemed to find something hard protruding from the jaw, like a stick that jutted out just a fraction of an inch. I couldn’t seem to shift it, and the pain became muddled with sleep and dreams and drifted off.

In the morning, there was a little bump on that spot, but it didn’t hurt. By Sunday, however, it definitely hurt. Since then, my jaw has become progressively tenderer, and each day the range of motion is slightly more limited. I can no longer open my mouth the width of two fingers.

I made a dental appointment for today, but had to cancel it because my presence was required at the office. It’s been moved to Thursday. Yesterday afternoon I was seriously beginning to regret that decision to move it, since I’d developed a faint ringing in my ear and a tiny bit of dizziness. This suggested an infection moving up my jaw, I would think. However, this morning things are better, though the pain is still there.

I’m mostly recording this for my own reference. Yes, I should see a doctor. I fully intend to take tomorrow as a sick day or work from home day, if needed, and I’m quite willing to go to my family doctor or even ER if the situation warrants. Right now I seem to be functioning fine, except I can’t open my mouth wide enough to take a bite out of a doughnut.

Oh dear.

I have simultaneous conflicting desires to run a game of Ironclaw, Dark Heresy, Star Trek, or a couple of freelance contract settings.

Sigh. I need to quit my job so I can focus on these important things.

Conan, Day Three

DAY THREE: SCORECARD
Jeweled Thrones Crushed under My Sandaled Feet: Zero
Lamentations of Women Heard : Zero.
Rowboats Stolen: One
Number of Converts Recruited into Impromptu Apocalypse Cult: Zero. But working on it...

Other Highlights...

Housecats Threatened with Hellfire: One


Bottles of Rancid Wine Purchased: Three


Mysterious Women Glimpsed by Moonlight: One.

I went on two solo quests, which involved delivering a bottle of healing potion from a healer to a spy on an island, and returning to her with a message. At this point she tried to recruit me to pick herbs to heal some grotty NPC I didn't care about. I decided to get down to serious roleplaying, and stood in the town square, warning everyone of the coming Volcanic Apocalypse. Whenever a new player came through the gate, I would try to attract their attention with a dire warning along the lines of:
"Do not trust the town crier!"
"Doom!"
"Death is coming to Tortage!"
"Turn back to the jungle, this city is doomed!"

I didn't get any nibbles, though a 65th level guy with a small army of monsters offered me a guild membership, which I declined.