Spookily, today marks exactly one week since my jaw surgery. This week has literally flown by, probably because I have spent most of it asleep. Since my last post, I definitely feel on the mend: the swelling has gone down quite a bit (even though I'm still resembling Mrs Potato Head), the bruise has developed on my chin, neck and upper chest, and I am regaining some feeling in my lower lip and chin.
this evening, trying to smile
More importantly, I am beginning to feel more like myself. On Sunday, I had a really tough day. I was fed up, had no appetite, and mum and dad were fussing over me too much. I wasn't in much pain, but I just wanted everything to go back to normal. Mum mashed up a roast dinner for me, which I really really enjoyed, and for the first time since surgery, I was full. Following the night before's acheivements, I woke up yesterday with a really positive attitude. It was also the first morning I woke up not feeling groggy or hazy since the anaesthetic. I had a review at the hospital, and they seemed impressed with my progress and the swelling. They also let me try changing my elastic bands myself, which I managed, meaning the elastics I have now are a lot thinner and allow me to open my mouth a little wider. I even managed to eat a bag of quavers which satisfied my palate!
I have been touched and slightly overwhelmed by the kindness of my family and friends sending cards and get well presents. My uncle came to visit me on Saturday which brightened my spirits. It was lovely to talk about family, which has grown ever important to me since going to uni. Two of my friends Abbie and Becky came to visit yesterday, making it probably the best day since being discharged. We reminisced about old times, talked about the future, and I shared my hospital stories. It was generally lovely to see them, and really helped my positive attitude.
Today has been a little harder, as I have felt a lot more lethargic, probably overdoing it a bit yesterday. I managed to eat some cottage pie that had been blitzed a bit, which has cheered me up (and filled me up!), and haven't resisted the need to sleep. I feel I am making progress towards recovery, but would rather take small steps rather than leaps at the moment. After all, it has only been a week.
I have been touched and slightly overwhelmed by the kindness of my family and friends sending cards and get well presents. My uncle came to visit me on Saturday which brightened my spirits. It was lovely to talk about family, which has grown ever important to me since going to uni. Two of my friends Abbie and Becky came to visit yesterday, making it probably the best day since being discharged. We reminisced about old times, talked about the future, and I shared my hospital stories. It was generally lovely to see them, and really helped my positive attitude.
Today has been a little harder, as I have felt a lot more lethargic, probably overdoing it a bit yesterday. I managed to eat some cottage pie that had been blitzed a bit, which has cheered me up (and filled me up!), and haven't resisted the need to sleep. I feel I am making progress towards recovery, but would rather take small steps rather than leaps at the moment. After all, it has only been a week.
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