- Pain: 0/10
- Inconvenience: 2/10
I think I’m going to make tomorrow my shaving day. My patchy beard is growing out of control. If you’ll notice, I can’t connect my mustache to the rest of my facial hair, so I end up looking, well, dirty. I can appreciate a solid mustache, but I cannot stand the thin, wispy excuse that’s growing on my face.
I attempted to eat a chocolate the other day. What I discovered was that, due to the appliance in the roof of my mouth, I can’t actually suck on any type of candy because my tongue just mashes it through the appliance. So, instead of gracefully enjoying a tasty chocolate, I couldn’t speak for the 10 minutes it took me to break it down in fear of expelling chocolate spittle everywhere.
I also started whistling yesterday, as per this kind piece of advice. I’ve been told that it will help break up the scar tissue in my face, thus loosening me up a bit. I was quite surprised that I was able to make a whistling sound properly. Never underestimate yourself.
As far as my recovery goes, I’m still numb in my lower left chin and lip, my bite remains open and I continue to have 16 teeth in elastics almost 24 hours per day. I’ve been feeling slight discomfort when I chew because my top teeth are hitting my bottom brackets once again. That metal striking bone combination is far from relaxing. If it’s still bothering me in a couple of days, I’m going to head back to my orthodontist and get rubber bumpers put on my bottom brackets again.
This weekend, I managed to go for a 25 km bike ride, weed a flower bed and slice up a 25 lb salmon. I guess this means I can no longer excuse myself from physically demanding tasks by saying, “Sorry, I just had jaw surgery.” Shucks.