So you want to get a nose job?

Disclosure: This post is not for the faint of heart – there are some graphic details ahead.  I will not be at all offended if you skip over this post! ;o)

As I stared at my swollen, bruised reflection the day after my surgery, I wondered if this will all be worth it in the end. I received a text from my boss, checking to see how I’m recovering and encouraging me not to check my work email. I did anyway, and was instantly overwhelmed by the thought of getting caught up. But that was a problem for another day. There were two more hours until I could take more pain meds, and my brain felt like it was about it to explode.

In comparison, the surgery and first day was a breeze. After arriving at and getting checked in at Mass Eye & Ear in Longwood, before I know it, I was heading into preop and getting into a hospital gown. Sidenote: There is little I find more unnerving than stripping down with only a curtain between you and multiple strangers going about their day on the other side. I’m irrationally terrified that at any minute, some random nurse is going to whip open the curtain, displaying me in my underwear for all the world to see.

But, oh! Those heated blankets make it all better….and as soon as one cools down, the nurse ran off to fetch another. I turned my head as the nurse tried three times before successfully inserting the IV. As I’m wheeled into the operating room, I could hear the pumping bass of music. Suddenly I realized that they were playing The Weeknd in the OR – you know the song that goes, “I can’t feel my face when I’m with you.” “Is this for real?” I asked the nurse, startled by the connection between the song and what’s about to happen. “Oh, we’ll turn it off when we get started,” she replied as she moved me on to the operating table. I vaguely thought of asking them to play Maroon 5.

Just then, all these huge screens/monitors switched on all over the room, each featuring three high-def, huge pictures of my face from the front and sides. These were the pictures my doctor took of my “before” nose. I started to feel like I’m in some sort of sci-fi young adult movie like Divergent (which I’ve actually never seen) and that’s the last thing I remember.

Suddenly I was in recovery and a nurse is waking me up and I do not want to wake up. I felt as if I was severely hung over with a massive headache. The insides of my nose were burning. I had gauze underneath my nose and it felt as suffocating as a fuzzy blanket over my mouth on a hot summer night. There was an actual cast on my nose – it looked like a white band-aid but was stiff. The doctor showed Patrick the packing inside my nose, which she said was like PVC piping. Sweet. The nurses kept asking me if I wanted a mirror to see. (Why do nurses do this? They do this when you are giving birth to babies too and in neither situation do I have any desire to see what’s going on.)

They told me that they were able to extract cartilage from my own rib and use it to bolster my septum in the right direction. I was so relieved to hear that no cadaver tissue was needed! I mean, I felt like hell, but at least I didn’t have to worry that I was become possessed by a mass murderer, like in the movie Shocker. Fortunately, they did not have to break any bones, either. A little McRib, sandpaper and spackle did the trick.

The first night home wasn’t that bad, other than the fact that the pain became excruciating in the last 1-2 hours before my next dose of pain meds. It was worse than the worst migrate I’ve ever had, the insides of my nose felt like they were on fire, and even my teeth hurt. Oh, and vomiting was extremely unpleasant. I was most worried about the pain in my nose when I threw up, but I should have been worried about what my McRib would feel like, and the fact that I couldn’t bend over. Have you ever tried to vomit while standing up? It was not pleasant. Thank god I took ballet as a child and could still plié in front of the bathroom sink. If there was an award for most graceful vomiting ever, I totally would have won.  I still  haven’t hit that other dreaded post nose surgery milestone – sneezing – but will report back on that.

I knew eating would be a challenge, but didn’t think about the fact that since I can only breathe through my mouth, closing my mouth while chewing would become impossible and eating anything solid made me feel like I was choking. Each meal time became a choice: will I starve or suffocate? Slurpable foods proved to be the easiest to tackle – yogurt, soup….and I found that using the kid’s mini spoons really helped as I couldn’t open my mouth very wide.

The so-called “mustache” dressing was very unpleasant too. It was basically a long piece of gauze taped under my nose to catch the blood and other “ooziness” coming out of my nose. Horribly gross, but I kept my rib and nose stitches in stitches as I couldn’t stop thinking “I mustache you a question!” (What can I say, pain meds make you loopy). The first day, I had to change the gauze multiple times an hour but finally got to get rid of it altogether before the end of the second day. I’d really like to know how men with mustaches eat! The minute the gauze got wet, even with water, I had to change it immediately.

Day two of recovery was much more difficult, although there was no more ballet vomiting.


But first, lemme take a hot selfie! #NoFilterNeeded

I felt and looked like I was hit by a truck. My eyes swelled shut and became black and blue. I could barely get up because of the pain in my McRib. With the kids at school and Patrick at work, it was quiet enough around the house, but it was tough being alone. It was hot in the apartment and there was no one to help me open the window. Every trip to the refrigerator to refill my water was a struggle. I fell asleep at the kitchen table as I was trying to cut up a Luna protein bar into tiny pieces for breakfast. I finally finished that bar around dinner time.

They said it’s supposed to get worse before it gets better, and so far, that has been true!


Party toes and spicy meds…it’s wire removal day!

Party Toes

Today was the surgery to have my archbars, wires and bands removed. I was so excited, I painted on Party Toes (Muppet-inspired OPI Collection, called “Rainbow Connection”).

My surgery time was 10 am, so we were to report to the hospital by 8:30. We had decided to go straight in after dropping the kids off at day care. About 5 minutes away from the hospital, I received a call from day surgery asking if I could “come right in.” It sounded like my surgery might get moved up, which was great.  My goal was to get out of the hospital as early as possible so that I could come home and nap in my own bed with clean sheets before the kids came home.

In the end, there was no need for me to rush in. Apparently, they had me in preop early just in case Dr. T was available early for the surgery.  He wasn’t.  It wasn’t the end of the world, because I came well prepared with my smart phone and Nook (determined to finish The Help today).

We did the normal intake procedures while waiting for Dr. T (LOVE those heated blankets; hate the fact that there’s always a gap in the curtain when you are changing into the johnny).  The anesthesiologist resident came by to discuss the options.  Last time, I got the full package of painkillers, “twilight” anesthesia for the intubation, and general for setting my jaws and wires.  Today, I was told I’d likely get just the “twilight” anesthesia.  Not as romantic as it sounds.  She then did the quickest and most painless IV I’ve ever had, but P and I were blinded by the amount of bling she was wearing – drop earrings and an ice skating rink on her ring finger.  At first, I assumed the earrings were fake; after seeing the ring, now I’m not so sure!  In any case, I’ve never seen blingy earrings like that in a hospital.  Bravo.

Fun fact:  you know when you are asked how often you drink and you answer “socially?” Well now they drill down on specifics.  Just know that if you admit to drinking at least four drinks a week (that’s a week, not a day), you will be considered a “heavy” drinker for medical purposes.  Please take note.   Funnily enough, they describe “twilight” anethesia as being like a “night of hard drinking, with blackouts”.  Which you really wouldn’t understand unless you really were a heavy drinker.

The anesthesiologists work in a team, so I had the attending in addition to the resident.  He (and everyone else) kept asking me if Dr. T had been by yet.  I said that he hadn’t, but that his colleague (or lackey) came by to talk and sign some papers.   Based on my description of the doctor’s long nose, and affirming that he had a “long neck,” the attending deduced with a verbal eyeroll that I had met one of the “celebrity” doctors.  It turns out that this lackey was actually featured in a short-lived reality ABC TV show called Boston Med.  According to, he appeared as himself.

Dr. T finally came (at 10:02), and I was wheeled into the OR.  I was suspicious and nervous that I had not received any sort of pre-sedation.  Since I don’t remember ever having been in an OR, I can say now that it’s a scary place. It’s all white, and there are these huge, alien-looking, police-interrogation lamps above you.  Oh, and did you know that they strap your legs to the table???  A quick-thinking and genius nurse who remembered my claustrophobia/fear of restraint offered to uncover my feet.  I love nurses, and this one actually remembered me from the original surgery!  As she said, they don’t get many jaw fractures from running, and I was memorable because of the three kids.  I don’t know why uncovering my feet worked, but it actually took away the panicky feeling.

Last time getting my twilight sedation felt like me getting woozy and feeling drunk.  Today, the medication burned in my IV.  The attending anesthesiologist described this sensation as “spicy” and warned me that it was about to get a lot spicier.  And it did!  The attending immediately started rubbing the IV site, which felt a little like it was getting worse, but perhaps he was trying to facilitate the meds coming through.

In any case, the last words I remember hearing were from Dr. T to the attending anesthesiologist regarding if I needed to be intubated.  Although the attending agreed that I could open my mouth wide enough to be intubated orally, I clearly heard Dr. T say that was good because I have a “severely deviated septum.”  Inner beauty, huh??

The next thing I remembered was being wheeled into recovery and everyone telling me that I did great.  Apparently, it’s an accomplishment to lay still and sleep while under heavy sedation?  My mouth felt a LOT lighter.  I was anxious to leave and since I didn’t have general anesthesia, I was free to leave pretty quickly.  I made sure to act peppy, talkative and not too woozy in front of the nurses, and I was able to take my child-free nap.

I’m so happy to have this part behind me, but there’s still a lot of work ahead.  My teeth and gums are in pretty bad shape, so Gental Dental, here I come.  I also have to see a physical therapist to work on chewing, and I hope she’ll be able to get my smile back to normal.  I don’t mean this to sound offensive or disrespectful, but my smile makes me look I had a stroke – my right side, the side I broke – is oddly droopy.  And of course, there’s the big return to work on Monday.

Thank you all for your continued reading and for sending positive messages my way!

Accepting my limits

I’ve faced many challenges recovering from my jaw injury, and perhaps one of the most difficult has been learning to let go and accept my limitations.  I’m a stereotypical first-born, Type A person who has a bad habit of continuously identifying new mountains to climb.  Being out on disability and dealing with my injury is forcing me to deal with my own limits.  I can’t work, I can’t take care of my children by myself, I can barely eat anything and I can’t take advantage of this time off to do projects around the house. And I don’t like it.

Don’t get me wrong.  I am not even close to perfect normally.  Those who have lived with me know that I am a clothes hoarder and have struggled to overcome [ahem] organizational issues.  I still have challenges keeping our home organized, but I’m getting better.  Or I thought I was.  When one of my sisters stayed with me over the holidays, she mentioned that she had a nightmare that she was drowned by the stuff in the hallway.  Ouch.  In my defense, we are in a process of transitioning stuff out of the office to create a bedroom for my son.

I’ve always been able to compensate for my imperfect domestic life by throwing myself into my career.  But now I don’t even have that going for me.  Right before my jaw injury happened, I started a new job.  Having a new job is difficult for anyone, but it’s been particularly difficult for me to adjust.  Not only am I not at the top of my game, I feel like I’m not even sure which game is being played.  I don’t know how to do the most basic things, I’m learning a whole new business, a new culture and the policies and norms within it, and trying to build relationships.  And now I’ve had this setback of having been out of work longer than I was even there!

This reminds me of a horrible experience I had meeting with a guidance counselor in high school.  I think he may have been encouraging me to apply to “realistic” (read:  non-Ivy) schools.  True, I did not test particularly well on the SAT.  But, I felt like I was smart and that I could do well with whatever I put my mind to.  He drew this line depicting the range of intelligence and hashed a line where he thought I fell.  “But it’s above average,” he cried in response to my immediate anger.  After meeting more intelligent people at Holy Cross, Accenure, and law school, I have no doubt that he was probably right. However, I do not consider myself to be on the B Squad.  It’s not about a need or desire to be “better” than others.  I just want to excel at the things I love to do, and I believe in my ability to do that.

But right now I need to admit that I can’t do  much of anything.  And I need to try to be OK with that.  And, I really should take advantage of this time to get as much rest as possible.

Coming into the home stretch!

I had an appointment with Dr. T yesterday. The good news is: there is an end in sight. The bad news is: I’m still fully banded through the 20th!

He was very impressed with my banding technique and deemed the way I had my teeth set “perfect.” He took pictures of my mouth (did I mention how I signed a release to allow these pictures to be potentially used in publications or textbooks???) and removed the bands to test how far I could open my mouth. It was about 15 mm. Interestingly, he stuck his hand in mouth to see if he could stretch it further. Ouch and EWWW! We took another picture with a ruler in front of my mouth. Fun cocktail party fact: a normal adult should be able to open his or her mouth between 30-45 mm. The 30 mm is normal for a small female like me, so I’m halfway there. He goes on to describe the follow-up therapy I’ll need when it’s all said and done. Apparently, an occupational therapist will need to teach me how to chew gum properly. No joke.  I hope the therapist also has a seminar for eating movie popcorn!

P was kind enough to drive me to the appointment.  Faulkner Hospital‘s tagline should be:  we’re technically in the city, but feel like a world away!  P asked the doctor about the final step of removing the arch bars and wires, and Dr. T confirmed that it will be an outpatient procedure to be performed in a little over two weeks.  Dr. T explained to me that there’s a good chance that I can be intubated normally, as opposed to through the nose.  If we have to go through the nose, it will be difficult because (say it with me!) of my deviated septum.  I had been considering asking Dr. T about fixing my nose someday, so I started to tell him about how I couldn’t understand where my nose went wrong.  We were watching home movies over Christmas that my sister had burned onto DVDs for my mom.  The year was 1988, and I was 12 going on 13.  My nose was so dead-on straight that you could’ve used it to set time.  Ok, you could’ve used it as a level.  I’ve never been hit in the nose – I’ve actually only been punched in the face once, by my junior high school boyfriend’s older sister, but that was in my eye.  And that’s a whole other story!

Ok, so I guess it does look like it’s starting to grow crooked!  And damn, I miss that skin – even the freckles!

Dr. T  believes faces just sometimes grow weird.  He thinks it may have to do with how different levels of blood flow through the sides of the body.  He told me that he has a patient with one  side of his face larger than the other (how on earth do they fix THAT?).  Then Dr. T sighed, probably out of exasperation, and said something unexpected.  He said that most people believe that beauty = symmetry, but that true beauty is often in the imperfections.  Now, I’ve never seen any data on that, but it was a nice thing for him to say.  And now that I think about it, Tyra and co often dismiss the “generically beautiful” people from Top Model, favoring those with a distinctive look.  So his comment put further plastic surgery out of my mind for the moment.   That, and looking at recent pictures of Rose McGowan!

I’m sure that P regretted his decision to come with me when I threw him under the bus telling Dr. T that P has the worst bite ever.  Dr. T took a look  in his mouth and almost fell off his stool.  My god that’s bad – he said.  Sorry, P.  I was just tired of focusing on how weird I looked.

Did you know that there are several types and sizes of bands used in jaw surgery and/or orthodontistry?  Dr. T informed us that we could tell the difference between the “adult” bands and the “youth” bands because the youth bands have helpful pictures on the packages of hang gliders or skateboarders.  The hang gliders are the heaviest bands, by the way.  Presumably because you can do more damage hang gliding than skateboarding.  He told me that he wanted me to start using the heaviest bands possible.  Even though I was doing fine with the bands that I was using.  And even though I’m in the home stretch.  I was disappointed, because I was expecting to lighten the load in my mouth.  He made me put five heavy bands in, which instantly made me feel like I had a mouth full of cement.  He did say that I am allowed to take the bands off to eat mushables.  Hooray!  But I am to keep the bands on at all other times.  Neither he nor I could get the heavy bands to fit in the back of my mouth, so then he said that I could actually continue to use the bands that I had if it worked better for me.  This was not my first indication that he may not know 100% what he is talking about.

I have since ditched the heavy hang gliding bands.  They compress my teeth too much, giving me a constant headache and making me feel that I am grinding my teeth at all times.  Also, I was having crazy jaw spasms in my sleep last night.

Oh, to be temporarily free and eat mushables is glorious!  So, what did I have for my first meal?  Two things that I have been absolutely obsessed with:  scrambled eggs with Frank’s Red Hot and sliced baked sweet potatoes with chili powder.  I think after weeks of mostly sweet stuff, my body is craving the spicy and savory.  I also tried overcooked Barilla Plus pasta with semi-homemade tomato sauce with just a touch of ground turkey.  Yum.  I must remember that I need to stick with South Beach!  After only one day of eating the aforementioned, I’ve found that my jeans are already tight.  They are skinny jeans, but still…

Only two weeks to go!

Surviving a cold

It was something I feared, but was ultimately inevitable. I caught a cold while my mouth was banded shut.

My son recently came down with RSV and a double ear infection. All three of my kids attend daycare full time. And I’m pretty sure sure that it’s the height of flu and cold season.

The first challenge was, how on earth do I take care of the baby while he cannot attend daycare? That answer was simple: I couldn’t. Thank GOD my sister was up visiting from Florida last week. She stayed with us for several days and did a great job taking care of the baby.

The second challenge of course was taking care of myself. Although those of us undergoing jaw surgery are encouraged to “suppress sneezes,” I have to admit that I’ve given into the urge once or twice. I may have mentioned this in another post, but sneezing with your jaw immobilized feels like both sets of teeth smashing against a concrete floor. Having a cold gives this experience the added pleasure of snot literally exploding all over your face. Coughing is ridculous. I guess I need to open my mouth to cough, because it’s not effective otherwise. My mom tried to teach me something where you try to put your tongue at the roof of your mouth or something. Didn’t work for me. I’ve had the displeasure of having to swallow phlegmn on more than one occasion. And then there are the general issues of having to sleep upright and the fact that I’m calorie deprived

Here are some things that worked for me:
1. Sleep, sleep and more sleep. This was a bit tricky when the baby was home, and on Monday when everyone but my husband had the day off. The only reason I was able to get sleep was thanks to all the people who were there to help with the kids. Today, I was finally home alone again and declared a bed rest day, where my biggest accomplishment was taking a shower.
2. Hot liquids: tea and soup. Most notable is the excellent minestrone soup made by my brother in law. He used white beans, which made the soup very creamy when blended and strained. The teas actually came from my stocking this year and feature something called pink pepper chai.
3. C.O. Bigelow Menthe Lip gloss from Bath & Body Works. Some friends recommended this to me as I was looking for a gloss that would give me a little color without transferring on my bands. This fit the bill, and had the added bonus of soothing my lips and nose (through the smell) while I was sick.
4. Sticking with the Bath & Body Works theme, taking hot baths with Twisted Peppermint bubble bath has also been extremely soothing.
5. Keeping tissues wherever I go. I think I went through every box of tissues at my sisyer’s house. Today I’ve had to keep one in the waistband of my sweats because I didn’t have pockets and the sneezes sneak up on you quickly. Like now….

Ugh. Another snot explosion!

No mushables in my stocking this year…

I wish I had been better prepared for today’s appointment with “Dr. T”. Perhaps then I wouldn’t have been so disappointed by his news that I will not progress to mushables until Jan. 4th at the earliest. Oh, and in order to make that appointment, I need to travel to a hospital in a faraway land. Technically, I think it’s still in Boston proper, but not accessible via public transportation for me. Not that my adventure on the 66 to Brigham Circle was super fun (boy that line gets sketchy pretty quickly, and also do you know what it feels like for your teeth to chatter with a broken jaw?).

Anyway. The bone still needs a couple of weeks to heal. Dr. T promised to take a few of the bands off today, then was going to show me how to do the bands myself (I didn’t really understand what he was talking about at the time). He had me lay down and attempted to insert this torture device (mouth-holder-opener that you see in horror films involving dentists?) into my mouth. His comment was, “Huh. you have a really small mouth. I don’t know if this will work. Eh, let’s just try to make it work.” Not only did it KILL to get that thing in (pulling apart my already dry lips – please santa, bring me Fresh Sugar lip care! – also pushing against the wires already cutting into my gums), he made me look at myself in the mirror. If you’ve ever seen any of the “Hellraiser” films, you can give a pretty good guess at how grotesque I looked! The best part is that while I was in this contortion, he asked me, “so, how are the kids?”

Then came the super confusing part. He took off some bands, but it didn’t feel like all of them came off. He said, ok, open your mouth as wide as you can. Was he kidding? Was it a trick? I tried to open my mouth and couldn’t. He looked disappointed. I could, however, move my jaw from side to side although I suspected that wasn’t allowed (and it hurt). He started putting the bands back on, telling me that it was quick work for him since he’s done this before (!), but that I should expect it to take me 30-45 minutes to change the bands.

Change the what now?

He explained that now I am required to change all of my bands once a day and once they are off, I am to practice opening my mouth for a couple of minutes. He tells me this will prevent lockjaw. And I am relieved to know that I finally have a way to kill an hour a day – what on EARTH would I do with that spare time otherwise?

Then he makes me watch him put the bands on in the mirror. It’s awkward helping someone put bands in your mouth. Can you imagine your dentist asking you to hold the drill?

He also gave me two tools – one plastic hook that is mine to keep (I received one of these at the hospital, and have been foolishly using it to cut up the dental wax), and then he gave me a tool that looks like a really big tweezer – the girls have a plastic version in their doctor kit. Oddly, I need to return this tool to him? It costs about $200? Dude, why are you giving me this? My house is where expensive things go to die…and don’t you NEED this thing for other patients? Then I vaguely remember he’s not a “jaw” guy – I think he normally works on random body parts and he does always seem to mention my deviated septum. Plastic surgery, whatta racket!

He asks me if I want to practice putting bands on in front of him. What kind of doctor asks this? I should give this guy some tips before he becomes a dad. Of course I opted out of this embarrassment.

Then I ask him about mushables. He said that I have to stay on a pure liquid diet as the bone is still healing. After the next appointment, I should be able to move onto mushables. Until then, Boost Glucose Control on Christmas morning. No Chinese food on New Years Eve (other than the broth from wonton soup). No French Toast Casserole on New Years Day. We have three families to see for the holidays, for crying out loud. That’s a gazillion meals to miss. I don’t envision myself sitting at the table, watching everyone eat while I slurp on my syringe. I think I’ll sneak off for private slurping in front of the TV or while reading my Nook. Who am I kidding? If I can’t eat, I’m on baby duty for sure! You wanna know what I’m most worried about smelling? Bacon! If only all of my families could substitute corn beef hash or the like. It’s time like these when you truly are alone with the misery.

Somebody at least please buy me a bottle of champagne and a straw. I promise not to mix with the painkillers!

My culinary hits and misses

In honor of my next doctor appointment tomorrow (please, God, let me be able to progress to “mushables” in time for Christmas!), I thought it would be a good time to reflect on some of my culinary triumphs and disasters.

First, I must comment that I am annoyed that after near starvation for two weeks, I was only down four pounds at last check. Let me be clear: the only reason that bothers me is I wonder what I would be losing if I wasn’t on this forced diet and I worry about what will happen when I can eat again. Anyhow, the bottom line is that it’s almost too much trouble to eat right now. I have to blend and strain everything except for Low Sodium V8 and Boost Glucose Control drinks. Plus, other than plain water or chicken broth, all food must be injected into the back of my mouth via syringe. Yummy, huh? I must add that even my own sister didn’t have the heart to tell me I had dribbled my shake down my chin this afternoon.

Anyway, here are the high points (all mixed with generous helpings of Benefiber, which I would recommend as a painless way to gain fiber in your diet!):
* Imagine Organic Low Sodium Tomato Soup – yum, yum, yum
* Imagine Organic Free Range Chicken Broth and Vegetable Broth – not so tasty on their own, but a necessary blender helper
* Any flavor Yoplait Light mixed with equal part skim milk. Berry and/or pineapple flavors must be strained. All delicious. I found the Apple Turnover and Boston Cream Pie flavors to be particularly good.
* Chocolate banana milkshake – so far, this is my all time favorite thing to eat. Made low sugar, but I think the fresh banana is what makes it taste so great.
* Healthy Choice Chicken with Rice soup – properly blended with additional broth and strained, this was tasty and made me feel a little more full. Wish they offered a brand with brown rice. White rice does not equal healthy, people!
* Boost Glucose Control in Vanilla and Chocolate – both taste like chemicals, but I’m scoring them highly because of their ease of use and general nutrition. Just one small bottle has 16 grams of protein and the lowest sugar I could find in a meal replacement drink!! Mixed with a cup of skim milk, I feel like I’m getting good vitamins and minerals at least. Not very filling though.
* “Pumpkin Pie” shake: 1 part canned pumpkin to two parts low sugar vanilla ice cream, 1 teaspoon cinnamon, 1 cup skim milk, dash of real maple syrup, 1/2 crumbled up graham cracker. Yummy!!!! I plan to experiment with this in alcohol form at the appropriate time.

* Campbells select Chicken Tortilla Soup – no amount of blending/straining seemed to make this soup OK tp inject. I really wanted it to work, particularly when Patrick brought home Chipolte for himself and the girls. As a side note, I had to beg him to stop talking about how good the chips were (he wasn’t doing it to be mean to me, he was talking to the girls). Anyway, I may give this another shot when I move up to mushables.
* Lean Cuisine – Chicken Mediterranean. Same problems as above. It may sound gross, but the taste was really OK – blended with vegetable broth and strained, texture would not work. Will try again during mushable stage.
* Pumpkin donut shake – so, I was thinking that people dunk donuts in coffee, right? Somehow, this just did not blend well and had a gummy texture. Kind of a good thing it didn’t work, as I don’t think I should be downing donuts right now.

Several people have asked me what foods I miss the most. That’s super easy. * Popcorn (and it’s probably going to be a loooooong time before I get to enjoy that again. It’s to the point that I will avoid seeing movies, as I do not believe it possible to see a movie without getting popcorn. My sister and I briefly mused on the possibility of just using A LOT of golden topping to mush it down. Yes, I know movie popcorn is one of the absolute worst things you can eat, but I’d rather splurge on that than most other foods.
* Except maybe pizza. Every time I see it, smell it, it’s torture. Patrick has brought it home a couple of times. I know it’s more of a survival tactic for him since he’s asking like a single dad of three toddlers/babies, but it just hurts. I’ve read web accounts of others who have blended pizza, but never heard of it coming out good.
* Hamburgers – my plastic surgeon tells me that I may never be able to eat a thick burger again since I will have lost the ability to open my mouth very wide. This makes me a little sad even though I usually eat burgers with a fork and knife (no bun) anyway. MMMM…..still, just thinking about a juicy burger, freshly grilled, lettuce tomato pickles, mmmmmm…..

I’ll find out the verdict tomorrow – will I be able to progress to mushables?

Stay tuned….