Day 8 Post Op

Pain: 4/10
Inconvenience: 9/10

A post without a pic is no post at all! So here you have it, fresh out of the bath, hair a-flyin, fresh faced and about to sleep. If you think "oh she looks so different," it's because I'm still very swollen. I don't think these pics do my chipmunk cheeks justice. Also it could be that I'm wearing no make-up and my hair has been unbrushed for many days. Also, it's dark. Also, the webcam is cheap. So what I'm saying is....I don't look different, so don't think that, and even if you think it I'll kindly ask you to not ever say it.

Today was a great day! GREAT BECAUSE MY DEAR MOTHER HAS ADJUSTED HER FLIGHT TO STAY ANOTHER WEEK!!! Bless her ever-selfless soul because I could NOT do anything without her. All I have to do is grunt and SNAP she is at my side with an Ensure in a syringe faster than I can say...well anything really. Because saying anything is hard and cumbersome. I mean seriously it's starting to feel indulgent how little I have had to do for myself. This evening I told Hunter I feel like a princess and jokingly suggested that my mom read my book to me in my nightly bath ...cut to later that night, I'm sinking into the chin high bubbles in the warm bath she drew for me...and suddenly my mom calls from my bedroom, "I'm ready! Can you hear me? Where are we...here... 'Prince Kiggs took a step toward me,"...HAHAHA. Best. Mom. Ever.

Anyway, it's not all bubbles and bedtime stories. The swelling continues to go down little by little but I'm still really numb. My muscles all around my neck and jaw and shoulders are in a constant state of near-spasm, and most of the time my head either hurts or feels dizzy. But today I am proud to say I controlled the pain with only ibuprofin (no serious pain killers).

I know what you guys really want to hear about...eating. It's the bane of my existence. I've never known true hunger until now. It's only day 8 and already I've attempted to blenderize several strange things including manacotti and pad thai. It ends up kind of the consistency of puke and just makes me sad. Everything has to be super thin so it can get sucked up into a syringe, and then I have to push the syringe into the back of my mouth and squirt. The one thing that made me feel really human was when Uncle B brought over this yummy Thai coconut soup, and then my mom blended it with some tofu and I drank it from a cup. Ensure makes me want to dieeeeee, ugh so gross, but it's effects on making me feel better are immediate. I've managed to keep my calories up so I haven't really lost any weight, which my mom seems to think is a good thing, and I'm like whatever. I just want to feel good.

I managed to stick the tip of my tongue out between my front teeth and lick the seasoning off of 4 chili lime almonds today. It was delicious, but I suffered the consequences of over extending my jaw for the rest of the day. No more monkey business for me. Plus my mom threatened to tell my doctor I was licking almonds.