And that's how I slept. I kept thinking as I laid there trying to fall asleep about 1) how I wished I had a couch in my garage like Bonnie Leman, and 2) how grateful I was for my real blanket and my real pillows and my real bed. And for not-motion-censored-lights. I swear I woke up at least ten times because every time I moved, the light would turn on!! Anyway. It was cold, I was exhausted all day at work the next day, and the side of my leg is bruised from laying on my side on the concrete for so long. But hey, I guess it makes for a good story.
And heating patches.
You can gargle warm salt water.
You can take ibprofen.
And you can press your jaw really really hard.
And it will still be the most pain you've felt in your entire life.
Unless you've had kids.
Because that probably hurts worse.