* My whole life I've randomly gotten cold sores -- or are they really called canker sores? Either way, not a big deal, they go away eventually. But, man, the last two I've gotten have been bears.
Last week I had one underneath my tongue on the left side. This week, there's one about the same place on my right side. Trouble is, they hit my tongue when I talk. Super annoying. Then I find myself gritting my teeth, so of keeping my tongue from touching back there. All of that leads to a full-blown headache. It's a vicious cycle, really.
The worst part: It's ridiculous that something so small hurts so dang bad. (Yes, I've tried different sprays and oinments ... I'm on my third version right now. Hopefully it will prove helpful.)
* Sometimes I feel trapped in Murray. Not so much in a bad way. I just find myself wondering about what we'll do from here -- both me individually as a professional and us as a family. I want to raise my kids here, so that's our purpose down the road when God sees fit. I say "kids," but really "kid" would do fine for now!
Regardless, I just have been in a place of curiosity of purpose and identity ... and I got a phone call that reminded me there are options. The options specifically discussed don't appeal to me, but it was nice to be reminded that I'm not really trapped. And those moments remind me that I'm actually pretty content.
With that said, the infertility thing wore me down so I sort of took a break from thinking about it. I think I'm recharged enough -- emotionally -- to start dealing with it again. I sat the idea to the side, but I'm about ready to pick it up again and see where we go.