Sorry about leaving you guys for a whole four days! I hadn't planned on it, really, but I got a little sick.
In the past four days I would say I've improved some, though.
There's nothing much that anybody other than me would probably notice, but I myself am seeing some improvement. For instance, that huge upper lip is now a nice, moderately sized upper lip. I've abandoned trying to sleep with my head elevated so it's a little puffy when I wake up every morning, but as the day goes on it gets smaller. I still can't feel anything between the bottom of my eyes and my top lip, but if I poke certain spots on my face I'll feel a nerve twinge somewhere. The most reliable spot is around the middle of my lip and it spasms if I poke the left side of my nose; however, my favorite spot is the roof of my mouth and it freaks out if I poke the right side of my nose. The deal with the thing in my mouth is that when I poke my nose it feels like someone's stabbing me with knife in there, but it's a good kind of stab. The only thing I can really relate it to is if the roof of my mouth was cake and the knife was just softly stabbing through it. I know, it's weird. And it would probably bother me under normal circumstances, but right now any feeling is good with me.
The stitches in my mouth have all decided to come loose within the past few days. While it'll be nice to have them out of there soon, I can not say it's equally as nice to have them flapping around in the meantime.
My top lip still doesn't move, even when I talk and eat, so my speech is still a little slurred and there's ALWAYS food I'm trying to get out of my top braces. That immobile upper lip just traps it there and teases me with the thought of ever eating the same again.
Two of my friend came over on Thursday for a movie day. Between the comedies and my friends just being funny, I laughed a lot. And it didn't hurt! I don't know if I've finally popped one too many stiches, or they're stretched out, or if I've subconciously found a new, less painful way to laugh, but I like it.
Yesterday my mom and I went to my uncle's retirement party, so I was blessed with a day out of the house. The only thing I did today was ride with my parents over to the garage where my car was recently painted and got to look at it. Let me just say that it's purple, sparkly, and beautiful. I love it!
My only problem right now (since the pain is pretty much gone) is my mouth breathing. I'm still breathing through my mouth 24/7. It just seems like such a waste now that that's not the only orifice I can breathe out of! I have never been able to breathe through my nose and now I feel like, for the first time in my life, I could be kidnapped, have my mouth taped up, and not die of suffocation before the kidnappers could do anything to me. You probably laugh, but that's an innate fear I've had to deal with for the past decade. So I looked up "train yourself to sleep with your mouth closed" on Google today, but the only thing I got was advertisements for CPAP machines. Since last night's attempt to wrap my face in my post surgery bandages so tight that I couldn't open my mouth resulted in my being awake until three in the morning, at which point I removed the bandages, I'm not exactly sure what my next move is. Maybe I'll just morph into a William Shatner like being that never sleeps. Because, at this rate, that seems more plausible than my morning breath ever going away.
Anyway, the swelling's going down, I feel good, blah blah blah. We all know you don't care anymore, you just want the pictures.
Well, I'm sorry to say, I'm inept and I still haven't been able to fix my webcam.
Currently Reading: I Am Number Four --Done with The Hunger Games trilogy, to my dismay. I would like to acknowledge Mockingjay as both the saddest and most frustrating book I've read in a long, long time. Don't read it if you value your sanity.
Current Weight: 112.1 lbs
Current Tast: Ridding myself of these hateful stitches.
Lastly, I just want to beg of you to please, please, please, please, please, please, please never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever take your ability to chew for granted. I actually had to leave the dinner table tonight because watching my parents take human sized bites of food and easily grind them with their teeth dismayed me that much. The feeling is something I would relate to being dumped if I had any experience with such. My jaw has dumped me and moved on to prettier things.
Kanye West had it right (for probably the only time in his life) when he wrote the following lyrics after having his jaw broken:
I drink a boost for breakfast, and ensure for desert
Somebody ordered pancakes I just sip the sizzurp
That right there could drive a sane man bizzerk