Does anyone else get a bizarre painful pins&needles type affliction in their jawbones after drinking cheap wine? Or is just me? When I move my jaw the pins&needles go crunch crunch crunch in my ears, and bring tears to the eye. It's weird. I think it may be the preservatives, but I may be talking out my arse here.

And it only happens with white wine.

Hmmm...


And I'm very sad, because I usually like Banrock Station, and feel that, in drinking their wine I am helping the fluffy ducklings. Which is always important. Poor fluffy ducklings.
Shouldn't have bought a cask. This is why I'm suffering. We bought it for the lunch last Sunday, because I needed something to serve MrB's bogan aunt & cousin. Now they're happy with a bottle of TR2, but as I have some scraps of dignity, I refuse to have that 'wine' in my house. So went with the Banrock Station Semillion Chardonnay. And now I'm paying the price for my cheapness and snobbishness.

What to do with a cask of wine that makes me cry...?

Of course it could all be related to the fact that I'm all a-worry due to the breast ultrasound that I had yesterday... I do have a tendency to worry unnecessarily, and I really should stop indulging it. I had taken Ms LaRue's plight as a cautionary tale, and finally got myself to the GP about a very painful pain in my breast. She found a lump, and directed me to have a scan forthwith. The ultrasound technician found nothing, but the pain's still there. This is very frustrating. Why can't those silly machines diagnose everything? Hmm? Is that too much to ask? I want to go along, get squirted with gooey (cold) gel, and for the problem to immediately appear on screen, with an enormous, impossible-to-miss arrow pointing to said (lumpy)problem. For the technician to say "There you go! That's the blighter! Now take this scan to your GP"... and for my GP to say "Rightio, lets get this sorted, take these Generic Pain-be-Gone tablets, and all will be well with the world"

I don't want to go away feeling bewildered. And delusional. And like I'm a time-wasting, malingering hypochondriac. I don't want to be over-analysing every twinge, every burst of breath-taking pain.

I just want to feel assured in my body again.

Update: I just thought I'd say, in no way negating the responses of some of my gorgeous friends, that I am fully aware that boobs can just hurt sometimes. The reason I went to the GP in the first place was because this particular pain is persistant and long-term and a bloody nuisance. I've breast-fed 4 children beyond 12 months, and was hospitalised with mastitis at one point when the twins were 2 months old. I know my boob pain! And if this is just your common-or-garden boob pain, then I would be greatly relieved. I'm just prone to the needless worrying.