No, it’s not THAT kind of talk. Where is your mind after all? Pillow Talk was a movie!
Barb of Before Morning Breaks, did a post that asked her followers what part of their lives would be good material for a movie. I was stunned because I could not provide a coherent answer. I was in the middle of writer’s block and saw my life as blah, bleh, and borrring. But Barb’s personal advice went like this, “I know about that lizard you keep for a pet and that is not part of a normal day.” Well, the lizard was just visiting, and I have nothing left for a pet but a paranoid, schizophrenic dog (perhaps fodder for another fabulous post?). But then, maybe I could write about my pillow?!
Flashback to 3 months ago: I woke up one morning and could hardly open my mouth. Some would rejoice at this phenomenon, but I was trying to bite into a slice of toast and experienced a huge, horrible pain. This was not particularly alarming because it had happened many years ago when my son was in diapers.
These diaper pins were used in the 1960s to fasten cloth diapers on babies.
In that long ago period just after the dinosaurs, diapers were made of cloth and had to be secured with diaper PINS! My son was a squirmy baby who kicked and struggled so I held the pins in my mouth while controlling his flying little legs and I would CLENCH my teeth! Result: I could not open my mouth wide enough to eat a sandwich. A very wise dentist asked me, “Are you gritting your teeth?” Ha! And once I discovered the diaper pins were the cause, I relaxed the clamped jaws and the whole problem disappeared.
Not so this time. There are no diaper pins to deal with of course since my son is a grown man. Another wise dentist said, “Maybe you are grinding your teeth at night.” How could I control that? There’s a device you can use like the football players and boxers do, but I fear that would keep me awake all night. So, I have been suffering for 3 months. Granted, it has slowed down my eating habits but weight loss is not a happy side effect. I just take longer to devour the same amounts.
Where does the pillow come in? Patience.
The pain in my jaw became even more troublesome to include shocking stabbing pains and the inability to yawn. Have you any idea the frustration of a Half-Yawn? Horrible! Two more trips to the dentist and hundreds of dollars later, the pain was still there. Until – –
Suddenly I had an idea. Maybe it was my pillow! I was fighting with the old pillow because it went flat over time (well, flatt-er). I was boosting my head up with my fists and guess where those fists were braced? Against my jaw! So I bought a brand new pillow. Sleeping got easier but the jaw pain stayed awhile. Still, it seemed to get a little better each day.
My Hero!
This morning I yawned! A full wide open, cover-your-mouth intake of breath to push the oxygen through this depraved deprived body, get the heart moving and provide a sense of well being. What a difference a pillow makes! Doesn’t that sound like it would be a good song?
I LOVE MY PILLOW! But Barb, do you honestly think this is movie material?
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