Someone needs to make one for this whole eating thing. I know I have said it just about every single day and I will continue saying it....this is frustrating. Very frustrating.
So I can chew, sort of. I think because I have a few rogue teeth that need to be moved, it still feels weird. I want to be able to eat like a normal person. I want to not have to think about it when I go to take a bite...Will it fit? Can I chew this? Did I cut it small enough? This has resulted in me just either not eating, or only eating when I am home for the sole fear I will look like a slob.
I have gotten a bit sensitive about my post-wires recovery. I think its warranted. The wired shut phase was difficult, and incredibly lonely at times. Now that I can talk again, all these people are coming out of the woodwork. Like where were you 3 weeks ago? I can't stand fake people, or people who just show up when it benefits them. Coulda, woulda, shoulda....but you didn't and that's all that matters.
My cat is going to miss me terribly. I've been home and cuddly for the last 6 weeks. She will be sad. As will I...I mean I am up early regardless of work or not, but to actually have to DO something with myself...unheard of. Thankfully it's a holiday week so it will be a skeleton crew in house. Less drive by's at the desk which allows me to get settled in a bit better.
Another appointment with the surgeon on Monday. I think this is just making sure stuff is still in place, no pain, etc. I check the mirror repeatedly, doc, I am good. Lets take the pins out.
Anyways, have a great Sunday and I'll catch ya later
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