Have you ever had oral surgery? The kind where they have to knock you out, dig for four wisdom teeth and an extra “baby” tooth that’s stacked somewhere up in your sinuses? The kind where the doctor is afraid that you might break your jaw if you eat something too crunchy post-surgery? The kind where the nurses and aids tell you afterward that you are “strong” and a “fighter” and during which you’ve kicked off part of your shoe?
That’s what I’m working with here, people.
I’ve been dreaming of crunching into Oreos. But instead, I’m eating this:
The good news? I’m really swollen, but not feeling the pain much, courtesy of a recommended drug cocktail of hydrocodone (aka Vicodin) and Advil, as well as antibiotics (to reduce risk of infection), steroids (to reduce swelling) and some topical numbing gel. And ice packs! (I’ve switched to frozen peas, wrapped in a tea towel.) And I have a really good support system.