I woke up this morning like this:
Pretty sure my upper lip is trying to eat the rest of my face.
I spent the day moving through a cycle of force-feeding myself mushy foods, taking meds, rinsing my mouth with warm salt water, icing my face and then passing out from exhaustion.
|I miss when my food didn't look like diarrhea.|
Also, when you have to puree all of your meals, you end up with a lot of dishes. And consuming enough protein is kind of a challenge. And seriously, I just really want Doritos.
|At least I still have my sense of humor.|
Anyway, in case you are not totally sick of hearing absolutely everything about my surgery, this is what's in my mouth now:
|I am telling everyone I got screwed.|
My friends have been so supportive about the whole experience.
|Apparently, we all have the same brain.|
And this is what I look like without my denture:
|Totally the next Lara Stone. Right? RIGHT??!|
My friend Brian thinks I should start wearing an MMA hat and telling people I lasted five minutes with Ronda Rousey.