Ouch. They say day three after the removal of teeth is the one where you experience the most puffiness and bruising. I’ve still managed to get away bruise-free, but this morning I woke up and my face was like that of an alternate-reality version of me where I weigh about 300lbs. Holy mackerel, was I ever swollen!

Excruciating pain was also on the menu, so I popped an endocet right away, iced myself and waited for the drugs to make the pain go. Because I took my meds yesterday before going to bed without eating, I was vaguely nauseous all night, and this morning I really thought I was going to be sick when I took the antibiotics with some vanilla Boost. Happily, the general reaction of my family to stress and pain is to go to sleep right away. Being somewhat of a traditionalist, I followed in the footsteps of my ancestors and did just that.

has been peeking in on me from time to time today, and we just watched a little bit of Die Hard together on the futon in the front room. I’ve made myself some scrambled eggs and microwaved bread, because I just can’t face another pudding cup or liquid meal replacement. I think the stitches are dissolving because the blood breath is now rather noticeable. Ah, Justin has one foxy mama to come home to tonight! Yessir!

Off to listen to some of Glenn Gould’s piano concertos and read Batgirl: Silent Running, and then I’m going to see how much of ‘Walking With Dinosaurs’ I can watch before passing out. Have a good day, everyone!