In the air there's a feeling.

I really feel like a Sim. Like, if you gave them a skinny body but then put all the fat in their face. That's exactly what I look like. It's pretty funny, I think. And also the fact that I increase my menu by one specific type of meal every day. First it was juice and protein drinks, then it was oatmeal, then Ramen noodles. And then, macaroni and cheese. And today, it will be a different kind of pasta. But whatever I eat, I need to start eating a lot of it. I weighed myself this morning and, for the first time in years, I've dropped below 145--and I am alarmed.

But we knew this would happen.

I'm starting to regain feeling in my face. I can feel more of my nose and cheeks. In fact, I think the swelling on my upper cheeks has gone back down to almost normal. I can sort of feel my neck again, and I'm starting to get more muscle control and feeling in my lips. I can actually maneuver my mouth around a spoon with food on it. I can feel how dry and chapped parts of my lips are. I can feel where they stretched them out too far.

And I can feel where the sutures rub up against the braces. Not fantastic.

But I think it'll just be a few more days. Or, I'm hoping because there are only a few more days left on this 'anti-swelling' medication which I suspect does nothing. And I want to go out and see my friends. And go places and look at all the Christmas-y things before, you know, Christmas is over. Maybe by Tuesday or Wednesday. Or Thursday.

And I want to stop taking this pain medication. I don't like the way it makes me feel.

Comments

Cam said…

Hopefully you'll feel better by Tuesday. : )

December 20, 2009 at 11:46 AM

Carolynn said…

I'm surprised that you can eat that stuff. I had to work my way up from broth to soup with bits in it over the course of a few weeks. (Then again, I had my wisdom teeth at the same time, plus some other complications). It seems like you're healing pretty fast.

December 21, 2009 at 5:26 PM

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