The Soggy Cheerios Biting Wood Adventure

At the breakfast table I looked out at the misty morning, popped a prescription Naproxen and washed it down with my orange juice while waiting for my Cheerios to get soggy. I don’t like soggy Cheerios. Nor do I like taking medication and resent this Naproxen more than you could know. Nevertheless, it is what I need at this time because the crusty bread from the previous night’s bruschetta did a number on my jaw. Something I didn’t anticipate when I decided to make the bruschetta for dinner.

This adventure started last Halloween night. Last Halloween was the Halloween I decided to buy the nuts because nutty candy are the only ones I like; and since we get fewer and fewer kids each year, there are always left overs. I feel guilty when things go to waste. Of course, I always purchase too much for fear of being guilty of not having enough. It is a guilt-ridden annual cycle. Thanks to my mother, I am a person who has long been motivated by guilt.

After the outside lights were turned off and the pumpkin removed from the window that night, I tore open a few mini packages of M & M’s coated peanuts. Each package has only about six coated peanuts inside. Certainly not enough to be considered a treat. I always gave out at least two packages to the kids at the door. And because the damn things are addicting, I knew I would want more than just six. I popped and chewed and popped and chewed and popped and chewed and so on about seven times until I popped and chewed and my jaw screamed. Fuck was it angry. It hadn’t bothered me in ages, but I obviously pissed it off big time. My ear shrieked and began to throb. Something it has been doing ever since.

For the following two weeks, I couldn’t open my mouth more than a half an inch to put food in. I happen to like food so I still managed to get it in. I squished it, I cut it, I soaked it and I nibbled at it with my front teeth. Where there’s a will, there’s a way. Believe me I did not lose any weight.

I did go to my Doctor who prescribed Naproxen twice a day and told me that this was going to take a long time to heal. Do you know what Naproxen twice a day does to one’s system? A normally happily functioning digestive system that loves to eat and get rid of any of the by-products of eating without too much trouble. After several weeks of Naproxen discomfort, I stopped taking it as prescribed. I started taking it as needed. In other words only on really, really, really, bad jaw/ear days.

I went to my dentist, who thought a bite plate was in order so I forked over the money for said appliance, willing to give it a shot because my bite has been bad for years. My bite is so bad it is making my teeth crooked. And I tried it. I really did. I used the bite plate every night for four whole weeks thinking that I would get used to it even though it seemed too large for my mouth. Even though it didn’t seem to leave any space for my bottom teeth to rest comfortably any where in my mouth. Even though my bite was so far off each morning when I removed it that I had to do yoga inversions to get it to consider settling back into a better place. Even though the pain every morning when I took it out was almost unbearable. Then finally unbearable so I didn’t put it back in.

The dentist recommended an oral surgeon. Holy fuck! The last thing I wanted was jaw surgery. The oral surgeon, who had a whole lot initials after his name, including MD, looked at my information, asked some questions wiggled my jaw a little and told me that I did not need surgery. Whew! He said the whole thing was muscle related, and I should probably have a thinner, adjusted bite plate that could stay in almost all the time. Well that did sound better than surgery. Then again, anything sounds better than surgery. With all those initials, this guy surely must know what he’s talking about.

In the mean time, he said, you need to do a little free at-home physiotherapy, and he proceeded to build a stack tongue depressors in his hand. Open up! Then he proceeded to put the stack into my mouth and slide additional depressors into the stack as if he was lifting a house off its foundation. In the end he had put eighteen (yup 18) tongue depressors in my mouth. He took them out and handed them to me and said, here bite on these five times a day. OK…

For the past week and a half I have been biting on 18 tongue depressors five, or almost five, times a day. Except for the day after the crusty-bread bruschetta incident mentioned above. I do have a habit of learning certain things the hard way. And believe me this biting on wood hurts like hell. I bite and try to count to 60 or 100, or I remove the depressors when my chin drips with saliva. The wood is starting to get warped from the moisture. But guess what… it is also working. After the first couple of days I noticed a big difference. Right now my bite is closer to normal than it has been in a several years. Who knew? How’s that for a simple solution.

So why do I consider this an adventure? Because life is an adventure. Because I consider being lucky enough to exist on this planet an adventure. Not all adventures are grand trips or explorations. Not all adventures are easy or pleasant. Every day events can be adventures that you can build a story around. So I wanted to build this story. Please know that I did not write this story looking for sympathy. I don’t need sympathy. I wrote it to share the adventure.

Thank you for reading. 

Photos:  Jenn Stone

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21 thoughts on “The Soggy Cheerios Biting Wood Adventure

  1. ..and some adventure it is! I have to confess that even though I sympathise with your predicament, this post made me laugh as your posts usually do. Also, I counted the tongue depressors in the photo, but that says more about me than about you 😎 I hope your jaw gets stronger and you will be eating crunchy cereal in no time.

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    1. Ha ha. Yes so much in common. Normally for me it is Oat Almond Crisp but you can imagine how that doesn’t work these days. Hope you are well. Did you know you are coming up as Anonymous on your comments these days? Just thought I would let you know in case it wasn’t intentional.


  2. I have a lot of similar problems – my jaws nowhere near line up – if I put my back teeth together, my front teeth are way out in front. If I put my front teeth together, one of my jaws is to the left of the other by a long way. So I get a very clicky jaw – sometimes it locks altogether like lockjaw! I also get lots and lots of trouble nowadays eating anything much harder than mush which really annoys me as I love eating too and am getting fed up of the total lack of variety.

    The solution sounds interesting – maybe I need to try something like it (although our problems could be completely different I guess…

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  3. Ugh, mouth problems are no fun at all. (But as Rivergirl mentioned, I had a good time reading about your pain. I’m just that way.)

    This reminds me that I need to share on Bonnywood my current dental predicament. Short version, a placeholder until the Big Production comes out: Right around the Christmas/New Year holidays, I started getting these intense headaches, bad enough that I finally went to my doctor. We tried various things, with referrals to specialists and whatnot. Everyone was bamboozled. After two months of pain and no fix, it was determined that the culprit was a tooth that had a receded gum-line that allowed AIR to get under the tooth and was irritating the tissue and causing the headaches. Air! What the hell?

    Paul Harvey: Stay tuned for the rest of the story… 😉

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  4. Sometimes a simple solution can rectify an unnecessary surgery. Glad you are getting some results with your tongue depressors. I have to admit I’m curious what that looks like with 18 tongue depressors in your mouth.

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    1. Having the depressors in my mouth does look a little strange. I have put an elastic around them to keep them stacked. Putting them in is the hardest part. Followed by taking them out. It has all been interesting for sure.

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  5. I knew this was going to be a good story when I read the title. Not that you being in pain makes it a good story. I cannot imagine biting on tongue depressors but if they help you then chomp away. I don’t like Naproxen too. Meh.

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    1. Thanks for this comment. I feel that you get it. The whole point of this story. I figure there are a lot of good stories in everyday life. If we don’t make these things into amusing adventures then life could get pretty depressing. And who wants that? Not me!

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  6. I would never have thought of anyone putting 18 tongue depressors in their mouth at one time without the assistance of either beer or betting. As one of the previous comments says, this reveals too much about my inner life. Hope it turns out OK.

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