Perfect opportunity
Well I’m back in my sick-bed. Recovery-bed. Recovery-bean-bag actually.
My body decided that it didn’t like the metal screws and plates the surgeon used to reconstruct my jaw, so I had another operation on Friday to have them removed on one side, as an experiment, to see if I got less trouble.
It was day surgery this time, meant to be simple. I had a new surgeon. Mr K, the surgeon who originally fixed my face, works at another hospital now. New Surgeon is rubbish. I know this for three reasons:
- the inside of my mouth is like mincemeat
- I have more pain and swelling than last time
- he didn’t come to see me after the procedure. Probably because he knew I would ask WHY DOES THIS HURT SO MUCH??
The nurses, as always, were lovely. They got me as many painkillers as they could and I took all of them. I needed them. I even needed the opiate painkillers I was prescribed (but never used) last time.
P drove me home afterwards. Saturday was a write off. On Sunday I managed a trip to the supermarket but only got as far as aisle 4 before I started to get dizzy. Today I managed to drive but I also managed to pull one of the stitches in my mouth so I feel a bit sorry for myself.
Now in my PJs, drinking tea, watching nonsense on TV, realising that I have a perfect opportunity to post on my blog again. I’ve got a couple of milestone events coming up and I thought it would be nice to document them.
Firstly, in one week and two days, I’m getting my braces taken off. I’ll have to wear a retainer, but this will be removable. My teeth will be free!
Secondly, I’m turning 30. Thirty. Three-oh. Bloody hell.
