I’m a pretty piss-poor blogger, aren’t I? As soon as I forced my shy self out on the WordPress limb, the sense of exposure greatly undermined my confidence in my writing, my thinking, my conclusions, everything. Plus the gloom which descended upon me with Trump’s election never lifted. (It’s even worse now, after the distressing conclusion of the impeachment trial last week.)
But now, after years of inertia and insecurity, I’m suddenly inspired. Ironic perhaps, and admittedly narcissistic — that while the GOP trashes the constitution and enables an incompetent and corrupt president, while the coronavirus marches across China, perhaps to our shores, while Australia burns and Britain commits suicide — I finally have something to say. And sorry, it’s all about ME.
Tuesday evening, rushing home from the train in the dark, I tripped over a sloping sidewalk slab and fell headlong like a downed tree, breaking my jaw. Within 24 hours, after lots of medical input, my broken mouth-joint was immobilized by bulky metal appliances and wires installed on my back teeth — the best option of several treatment plans offered. I’m no longer in pain (except for a bruised rib and knee), but the oral hardware is semi-incapacitating — it’s impossible to talk normally, and chewing is out of the question. Liquids only for 4-6 weeks! But the worst thing is the panicky feeling of being unable to open my mouth, to unclench my jaw at all, to have access to my tongue, which is imprisoned behind my clamped-shut teeth. It’s freakily claustrophobic; I cannot even dwell upon it for fear that I will lose my mind.
But this is my reality for the next 4-6 weeks, and as awkward and sucky as it is, I bet I will learn a lot from my predicament. And I’ll work all that out here and share it with you.
Linnetontheleaf 
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