I’m feeling pretty good now. A little dopey from the T3s, but not too bad.

I’m glad I don’t mind needles. It was a surprise that I got the anesthetic via IV. I just though I’d get the kind of gaseous anesthetic that people with Malignant Hyperthermia can use. Guess not. they used a teeny, tiny needle, though, so I didn’t feel it at all once it was in the back of my hand. [side note: Lj’s spellcheck does not accept the word "hyperthermia". It wants to make it "hypothermia", which rather changes the meaning ^_~]

I have no jawline or chin to speak of anymore. My face sort of just goes straight down from my ears to my neck, and just merges in somehow. It kind of looks like I’ve gained 50 pounds or something. I keep taking ibuprofen to reduce the swelling, and it’s working a bit. That’s why my face just goes straight down into my neck, instead of having large chipmunk cheeks.

I’m so sick of soup. I don’t even like soup, really. There’s a very few I’ll actually eat, which really limits my choices. I’ve been living off of vanilla pudding (to take my T3s) and Lipton Chicken Noodle Soup for the past 3 days. Tonight I’m going all out, so I’m going to try some instant mashed potatoes. Go me!

My teeth feel so gross it’s not even funny. I can’t open my mouth far enough to get a toothbrush in far enough to reach the teeth right next to my surgical sites, without ramming the bristles into the stitches, which hurts and is strongly discouraged by the dentist. ^_~ I think a new type of moss is evolving back there now.

Rinsing with warm salt water is beyond disgusting. And that’s coming from the girl who adds salt to everything. If it weren’t for the moss, I’d skip this part. o_0

I don’t know if this is supposed to be "Day 3" or "Day 4". I forgot to ask if the day of the operation was supposed to be counted as "Day 1" or "Day 0". It’s not one of those things yuo think of when you’re just waking up from the anesthesia. The brochure I have, and anecdotes from friends, say I should have my "worst" days, pain-wise, on Day 3 and Day 4. Yesterday was fine, and today seems about the same, so I can’t tell.

T3s make it hard for me to think in terms of numbers. Or letters. This entry will have so many spelling mistakes before I run the spell check it won’t even be funny.

I also hear it’ll be really fun when the stitches start to dissolve, because it’s different inside your mouth than it is elsewhere on your body (you know, where there’s not tongues and saliva to "help" them along). On that note, if it’s up to me I’d never get the "normal" stitches used on me if I can help it.

I can peek inside my mouth with the tiny flashlight on my keychain. I don’t have "holes" so much as just a smooth surface att eh back, where teeth used to be. This is a good thing.

It’s my journal, I can ramble incoherently if I want to.