For certain personal reasons I decided I wanted to see how 'eating' went so tonight I got a 12" meatball sub from Subway. This was a test to see how I could act 'in public', in a small way.
Eating it was, to put it mildly, an unpleasant trial. Tasty, but tiring and hellishly messy. The fact I can't open my jaw wide enough to place my forefinger and index finger between them edgewise, combined with lack of sensitivity in my lips, meant I ended up with marinara sauce all over my face, and food smooshed all over.
I so want to be normal, and every time I fail at this sort of thing, I get to realize more and more that normal is a mirage that as I think I am reaching it, disappears only to pop up again in the distance.
I'm lucky I'm not the type to get depressed, because this is depressing me. Six freaking weeks, and I can barely drink in public without spilling some from my insensate lips. Eating in public is basically impossible - even if I get food I can chew, bits fall off as I try to push it into my mouth.
So much for my normal. I quit. I give up on normal for now, it'll be another six weeks or more.
The stitches in my lips are freezing my face - I can't move some muscles at all, smiles are a dead rictus as my upper lip is immobile...
At least the pain seems to be fading - I haven't had to pop a Demerol in days, and I'm dialling back the Aleve now to try to spare my liver.
Eating it was, to put it mildly, an unpleasant trial. Tasty, but tiring and hellishly messy. The fact I can't open my jaw wide enough to place my forefinger and index finger between them edgewise, combined with lack of sensitivity in my lips, meant I ended up with marinara sauce all over my face, and food smooshed all over.
I so want to be normal, and every time I fail at this sort of thing, I get to realize more and more that normal is a mirage that as I think I am reaching it, disappears only to pop up again in the distance.
I'm lucky I'm not the type to get depressed, because this is depressing me. Six freaking weeks, and I can barely drink in public without spilling some from my insensate lips. Eating in public is basically impossible - even if I get food I can chew, bits fall off as I try to push it into my mouth.
So much for my normal. I quit. I give up on normal for now, it'll be another six weeks or more.
The stitches in my lips are freezing my face - I can't move some muscles at all, smiles are a dead rictus as my upper lip is immobile...
At least the pain seems to be fading - I haven't had to pop a Demerol in days, and I'm dialling back the Aleve now to try to spare my liver.



