For the past 3 or 4 months, my jaw has really hurt when I wake up in the morning. My suspicions were then realized when Bridgette mentioned to me that I grind my teeth in my sleep.
This new development is no doubt related to my job-induced stress. While I enjoy my work and find it satisfying, there is certainly a higher degree of stress and responsibility that I must bear. Fortunately, this has caused me to begin the slow, horrible process of grinding my molars down to their roots. There are any number of advantages that this brings about:
-The foul, disquieting sounds of my grinding teeth-bones have informed and directed my wife’s dreams in many troubling ways. Mostly she now dreams about archaeological digs.
-My jaw muscles are being excercized and bulked up. My jawline will soon reach Patrick Swayze-levels of comic masculinity.
-The current shape and contour of my teeth bother me. I want them to be different, and this subconscious dulling process is preferable to the alternative (the hammer and pliers method)
-I always thought it might be cool to expose a bunch of nerves in my mouth and then go to Dairy Queen.