- Pain: 1/10
- Inconvenience: 5/10
I used to have a clean mouth. I brushed twice daily, rinsed with mint-flavored mouthwash, and liked to think I had fairly fresh breath. I even flossed once in a while (or, if my dentist is reading this, every single day). Unfortunately, that is no longer the case. Next to being able to eat, talk, breath and smile, I’m definitely excited about the idea of being able to attain the pedestal of fresh breath once again.
I’ve started waking up earlier. I’ve learned in the past that those precious morning hours are when I’m the most productive. For example, at work, I’m usually done most of my day’s work by about 10:00 am. After that, the temperature starts rising and the sun climbs high into the sky. When that combination strikes, my desire to stay indoors and work is completely shot. Since I cannot simply discipline myself into hauling my lazy hind quarters out of bed bright and early, I resorted to the following game plan:
- Set my cell phone’s alarm to the loudest, most annoying ringtone I could find
- Place it on the other side of my room, thus forcing me to get out of bed in the name of muting the hair-raising, cacophony that is said ringtone
- Queuing up Backstreet Boys on my computer and playing it at a volume that is most definitely not modest
Believe it or not, that 3-step plan is foolproof. First off, once you’re out of bed, it’s not too difficult to just, ya’know, stay out of bed. And second, humankind is unable to contain its desire to dance when The Boys are playing. Instant win.
Somebody recently told me I resemble Spenny from the TV show “Kenny vs. Spenny”. This is a substantial improvement over Elmer Fudd and Donald Duck.
My neighbors from upstairs have started passing me health products during our stairwell encounters. So far, I’m the proud recipient of hemp seeds and some exotic berries that grow on Vancouver Island. I’m not sure how credible these supplements are, but they taste delicious in my smoothies, so I have no complaints and I appreciate all the kind gestures they’ve extended my way thus far.
Feeling is finally returning to my lower lip and chin, but only slightly and only on the right side. It’s so neat to be able to scratch my chin and actually feel it. All I have to say is: <read quote above>
I’m almost ready to commit to saying I have a 0/10 pain factor. Activities like talking and sleeping are becoming less of a nuisance each and every day.
I must admit, I’ve been incredibly blessed throughout the first month of my recovery. Not only have people been bringing me different meals to try out and suggesting items to blend to my heart’s content, but I also haven’t become sick at all during this ordeal. That’s pretty amazing, considering I haven’t been eating very much or getting enough sleep. I heard horror stories of people throwing up with their mouth wired shut. I’m thankful I’m not one of them.
To wrap this up, I walked into a door this morning. Not on purpose. Not in an attempt to be funny. I plain and simple walked straight into a door. You see, at work, the door that opens into the stairwell from the parkade is always slightly ajar so the people currently working on our new testing lab can get in and out without needing a keycard. Apparently that’s no longer a problem though, seeing as how the door in question was shut this morning. Quite firmly, I might add. Go figure.