Hey, I have a chin! And it's day 5. Isn't Day 5 supposed to be the "gloom and doom day"? I feel better. The swelling is down in my face and my leg is responding to a combination of ice and muscle relaxants. My antibiotic still tastes like feet but I only have a day and a half left. Yay!
I can wiggle my lips around. I can even pout. I am the Master of the mouth. Well, most of it. I still have problems with the right lower lip. I guess I'm not the Master just yet but there is hope.
I was so frustrated last night. I really wanted to talk! Forget about yelling, (see Old Yeller). I wanted to say anything. I have a little text to speech program on my phone but it really isn't helpful when people need an answer right now. I find that I'm hiding from my family so I won't be expected to communicate. Out of 4 other people, only 2 can read my white board either.
I think I've lost some weight. I wasn't sure before. When I came home, I actually weighed more than when I went in. I think I lost ten pounds of pee. The nurses had me saturated with the IV. I was in the bathroom so much in the first couple of days. Now, I'm down to my lowest weight in a long time. I'm actually eating pretty well. I never met a trauma I couldn't eat my way through :)
And I still want bacon.
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