My jaw’s so big, I feel like Popeye. I’m talking a bit like him, too.
Just looking in the mirror, I look like Marlon Brando as The Godfather.
I have big, deep, gaping holes in the back of my mouth.
The gauze pads that I kept placing back there were turning a nasty dark red.
I haven’t had anything to chew in a day and a half. I’ve only had half a cup of ice coffee and a little bottle of Starburst Smoothie. It tastes like you’d expect a Starbust Smoothie to taste like. Dang the options at Walgreens.
I’m not hungry, though. Haven’t been. And I’m… how should I say this?… a good eater.
I just gurgled some warm salt water. Not as weird as I had expected.
I walked home from the dentist office yesterday alone. They put me under while they removed my wisdom teeth. I was understandably confused when they woke me up and dizzy for a while after. I walked to the pharmacy across the street, but they don’t take credit cards. I walked to the bus stop, one came quickly enough. Which was good. I hobbled like a drunkard. But the bus, with its constant starting and stopping, made me nauseus. It’s a good thing I only live a third of a mile from the dentist.