That's about how long before I drag my sorry ass into the living room and set up camp in front of the teevee. The downside to having my bands loosened is that now my face hurts a lot more; the downside to that is that Lortabs gives me disturbing dreams. Graphic, unpleasant, disturbing dreams. Sleeping in front of the TV kind of heads that off, although the downside to THAT is that I have attempted to watch the most recent episode of LOST twice, and...nothin'.
I am far, far more swollen than that picture, now. A beautiful blackish-yellow bruise is beginning on each cheek. I'm less direly congested, and supposedly yesterday was the peak day for swelling -- it's true, my cheeks no longer bulge below my chin, they're just about level again -- but you know, if I had more of an appetite, I'd be starting to come around to the idea of a Big Mac in a blender. Ain't much more dull than chicken broth and Gatorade (and juice, and almond milk protein smoothies). Sean is getting some baby food, I made some homemade lemonade with electrolytes -- but damn, when do we get to overcooked pasta? (Answer: about a month. Ha ha.)
Also, liquid penicillin is horrible, horrible stuff. HORRIBLE.
Also I miss my mommy!
Other than that, doing pretty well. Time for meds and Wife Swap! Wooooo!