Milk Duds are without a doubt, my favorite candy. At the beginning of the school year, I was going through a serious number of boxes. I’m not talking about the fun size boxes that your kids bring home on Halloween, I mean the boxes you can get at the movies, or the Dollar store. I ate Milk Duds all…the…time. A colleague of mine delivered a bag of 10 boxes to me on my birthday. Currently, my stash sits at 19 boxes which are located in the second drawer of my desk. It’s not locked, and if you find yourself in my office for some reason, please help yourself.
By the end of September, I realized I had done serious damage to my jaw. In October, my dentist referred me to physical therapy. It really got so bad that I could barely open my mouth wide enough to eat regular food throughout the day. (I swear this is all a true story) By December, I finally decided to start physical therapy.. Yes, I am in physical therapy for my Milk Dud injury. No, I am not collecting Workers Compensation, though the majority of my Milk Dud consumption was during work.
I’m still in physical therapy, 2x per week. My physical therapist, I’ll call him John, has done a tremendous job of helping me get back to almost 100%, normal function. I had a re-evaluation today, and it’s another four weeks for me.
So that’s my cautionary tale, friends. Be wise about choosing your stress-relieving vices, or you too could find yourself in physical therapy for obscure jaw injuries. Also, I know you’re wondering, but I have not given up Milk Duds completely. I probably have about 5 a week (don’t tell John).
Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers March Slice a Day Challenge! I’m slicing every day this month. Thanks for stopping by.