Day 2
So I’m on day 2. Surgery was cool. They didn’t count me down, they just adjusted my head and I was out. Woke up fighting to sit up and they had to hold me down. Ended up spending my last talk able moments apologizing and talking to my nurse about Michael Jackson. I like to think she enjoyed the conversation.
Swallowing is a nightmare. I avoid having to swallow my spit at all cost. Food is the furthest thing from my mind. I have a timer set for the next time a get to have my crushed Tylenol jello because my ghetto ass pharmacy won’t have my prescription until Tuesday. Called off from work, got board signed in to do some work.
The doctor also reduced something in my nose so for the first time in my 29 years of life I can breathe with my mouth closed….THROUGH BOTH NOSTRILS. I just want a sandwich so fuckin bad.