Damn damn, I double damn your dumb self.
Two weeks after my wisdom teeth have been pulled, I still can't open my mouth. I go in for a post-op check up.
Turns out it only happens occasionally, but the surgery caused my muscles to spasm and they've been in spasm this whole time. My mouth cannot open wide enough to fit even two fingers between my teeth.
So...basically, I'm to sit around and wait for them to unspasm...and meanwhile, do exercises three times a day where I pry my own mouth open by increments and torture myself.
The worst of it is that I look like hell. Granted, I was a little thinner than usual when the semester closed out (visibly so) but with the wisdom teeth...it was two weeks of soft foods (soup, pudding, applesauce, mashed potatoes) and I lost more weight than I can afford (I'm already too small), and I just look like a heroin addict or like I've got anorexia. And now I'm supposed to go through another two weeks of not being able to eat properly?
My god! Even angeldreams135 remarked that she thought she could see my organs when I went to lay down on a bed when we were out shopping for mattresses (as a joke...but it's definitely noticeable. And spicketrot noticed my shrinking figure too). I, myself, noticed it when I was in the car and saw my reflection in the side mirror. My collarbone looked more disgusting than usual and I just seemed frail and sickly looking overall. Gross.
On another note...helped Angeldreams move into her new apartment...which was fine, but also kind of a bad idea considering my blood pressure is really low from my lack of solid sustenance and things kept spinning as I was hauling things up the stairs. There were a few times I was nervous I'd tip over and just fall right down them.
It was the last weekend to see a play I've been wanting to see. The actors came to my class and did a few scenes and they were really good and it's not often an Asian American production gets churned out. The first act was really good. Like, wow. Second act wasn't as amazing. It had a really interesting message, but I'm not sure the execution was effective. But I'm still glad I went. Maybe more later.
After the show, I take a bus late back home...a group of hooligans board and start throwing around expletives like crazy. The bus driver grows irate and tells them, "YOU ARE ON THE ROAD NAMED AFTER THE MAN WHO LED THE CIVIL RIGHTS MOVEMENT, SHOW SOME RESPECT!!" And when they chose not to, he kicked them all off of the bus.
Made it downtown around midnight, but I knew my bus had stopped running. I tried calling home. No one picked up. Great. Tried TheDude's cell: not at home (and drinking). Great. Try my other brother who is often home on the weekends watching movies. He is out and drunk. Great.
UGH. FOR GOD'S SAKE, CAN'T ANYONE JUST BE SOBER??
It is too late to call random friends...so I try my "last" option. I call celiloquy and ask for her dad's number (who drives a cab graveyard shift). Luckily, I make it home, but ya know...a man's gotta make a living, too. I'll have to think of something nice to get him. A gas card?
Turns out it only happens occasionally, but the surgery caused my muscles to spasm and they've been in spasm this whole time. My mouth cannot open wide enough to fit even two fingers between my teeth.
So...basically, I'm to sit around and wait for them to unspasm...and meanwhile, do exercises three times a day where I pry my own mouth open by increments and torture myself.
The worst of it is that I look like hell. Granted, I was a little thinner than usual when the semester closed out (visibly so) but with the wisdom teeth...it was two weeks of soft foods (soup, pudding, applesauce, mashed potatoes) and I lost more weight than I can afford (I'm already too small), and I just look like a heroin addict or like I've got anorexia. And now I'm supposed to go through another two weeks of not being able to eat properly?
My god! Even angeldreams135 remarked that she thought she could see my organs when I went to lay down on a bed when we were out shopping for mattresses (as a joke...but it's definitely noticeable. And spicketrot noticed my shrinking figure too). I, myself, noticed it when I was in the car and saw my reflection in the side mirror. My collarbone looked more disgusting than usual and I just seemed frail and sickly looking overall. Gross.
On another note...helped Angeldreams move into her new apartment...which was fine, but also kind of a bad idea considering my blood pressure is really low from my lack of solid sustenance and things kept spinning as I was hauling things up the stairs. There were a few times I was nervous I'd tip over and just fall right down them.
It was the last weekend to see a play I've been wanting to see. The actors came to my class and did a few scenes and they were really good and it's not often an Asian American production gets churned out. The first act was really good. Like, wow. Second act wasn't as amazing. It had a really interesting message, but I'm not sure the execution was effective. But I'm still glad I went. Maybe more later.
After the show, I take a bus late back home...a group of hooligans board and start throwing around expletives like crazy. The bus driver grows irate and tells them, "YOU ARE ON THE ROAD NAMED AFTER THE MAN WHO LED THE CIVIL RIGHTS MOVEMENT, SHOW SOME RESPECT!!" And when they chose not to, he kicked them all off of the bus.
Made it downtown around midnight, but I knew my bus had stopped running. I tried calling home. No one picked up. Great. Tried TheDude's cell: not at home (and drinking). Great. Try my other brother who is often home on the weekends watching movies. He is out and drunk. Great.
UGH. FOR GOD'S SAKE, CAN'T ANYONE JUST BE SOBER??
It is too late to call random friends...so I try my "last" option. I call celiloquy and ask for her dad's number (who drives a cab graveyard shift). Luckily, I make it home, but ya know...a man's gotta make a living, too. I'll have to think of something nice to get him. A gas card?