The official story that will go in my memoir should I ever write one will discuss how I took a hoof to the face while saving a tiny tiny infant from a herd of stampeding unicorns.  Very angry unicorns.  Only the baby and I can see them.

The reality is that I suppose with a condition like fibromyalgia and a history of joint issues, it isn’t unusual for my body to mutiny.  So dislocating my jaw isn’t overly off the wall.  I’m just grateful I got in back in socket on my own.  The urgent care gave me a muscle relaxer and sent me for X-rays.  The tech running the x-rays was flabbergasted an MRI wasn’t ordered.  My doctor will have to be the one to order that if I’m still in pain in a few days.  I don’t have time for this bullshit though so I’ll be just fine.

And the fact I may never eat a bagel again is totally unrelated.