I did say I was going to get a cold, didn't I? I woke up this morning with a sore throat and a runny nose. I swear that I washed my hands, avoided contact with sick people, blah blah blah. It had to have been the orthodontist's office. Ain't nothin' natural about havin' people put their hands in yer mouth. Or it could have been the fact my kids were sick the last few days.
I'm still having problems with my bottom middle hook. I accidentally left my wax at home yesterday and ended up with a monster canker sore. I'm back on the wax today.
Tomorrow is the big day of meeting with the OS. I have a list of questions but I don't know if it is a good list or not. I seem to be very focused on the post-surgical food and not on the actual procedure. "Sure, go ahead and play with the bones in my head...what's for supper?" In the back of my head, there's a little voice chanting, "Don't let me be a statistic. Don't let me be a statistic". I don't want to be the one the doctors have to write up as the exception or the Case-Study-Where-We-Learned-From-Our-Mistakes. I am trying very hard not to think about permanent nerve damage, brain damage, or worse. Plus, I like food.
I bought a big bucket of chocolate ice cream for my recovery. This isn't the good kind that you savor. This is the kind you mix into chocolate milkshakes. My sister wanted to know what she could do to help with my recovery. I told her, "I can have all the milkshakes I want. Recovery can't be that bad".
I'm not sure my gallbladder will agree. I have one gallstone. I call him Charlie. Last time he was measured, he was about 1.5 cm around. He occasionally changes position and causes me pain but not enough that I've ever done anything about it. I was told that sudden weight loss, a diet high in dairy products, or spicy food could trigger another attack. It just occurred to me that I have 2 out of 3 covered with my surgery! Hang in there, Charlie.
Must go blow nose and feel sorry for self.
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