Brother #3 and Philadelphia

Brother #3 and I went to Philadelphia today. It was a fun day. Here we are at Independence Hall.

His main goal on this trip was to eat a real Philly Cheesesteak. I was happy to oblige.

I squished mine down as much as I could, and was able to eat about half of it before my jaw gave out.

Speaking of my jaw, I met with my new TMJ Disorder specialist this week. I had hoped to see my specialist in Dallas whenever we went home. Unfortunately, he will be out of town the week we’re there. My Dallas specialist was able to recommend a colleague of his in Pennsylvania.

I wore a hole in my night guard, so I had to be seen soon. At least I didn’t bit this one in two, right? This specialist is an hour and half away, but he’s one of the few that doesn’t think surgery is the answer, so it’s worth the drive.

As stable as I am, I really hate to complain. I don’t even consider myself to be in pain. I feel some discomfort, but compared to how I was two years ago, I feel incredible.

The doctor did a thorough exam, and when he touched my occipital lobes (at the base of the skull) I winced, and told him it hurts to wear sunglasses. He said he was glad I was doing so well, but he thought he could adjust the night guard so I don’t even have that discomfort.

I’m so thankful for these amazing doctors!