Day 4 - Going Home

Saturday:  After a "good breakfast" of some cream of chicken soup, pureed peaches and a little yogurt i was pronounced good to go whenever i felt like it.  I was a little hesitant to leave because #1, the drive home takes 10 hours and #2, even though there are a lot of annoying things about the hospital, there are a lot of little conveniences too...Like a whole menu of pureed food, cable tv, my own bathroom, an ice machine that grinds ice just perfectly for my ice pack, and (one of my favorites) a little face mask that blows out cool, moist air.  This helped me so much with breathing! I didn't really wear the mask, since my face was so swollen anyway but I set it near by so it blowed towards me.  I loved it! Anyway....because of the long drive, we left around 9:00am I think.  It was good to be finally free of all IVs in my hands!  My left wrist especially is still really sore though and quite bruised. Its like i got  in a big fist fight or something.  The car ride home was less than fun...we drove our Toyota Rav4, and those seats are NOT designed for comfort in any sense of the word.  I think I'm going to have a permanent back-ache as a result of that car trip.  We stopped semi-regularly at McDonalds to change my icepack and to take my meds.  I have vicoden, motrin and amoxicillin.   The vicoden is definitely the worst tasting. It burns my throat too.  The other 2 drugs aren't so bad though...the motrin might even taste a little good, kind of like a smoothie.  Inevitably, after driving for so many hours, i had to use the bathroom... which meant going into a mcdonalds.. I wasn't thrilled about this because of my freakish swelling...But you gotta do what you gotta do...and it wasn't so bad i guess.  Anyone thinking of having this surgery better just plan and putting any and all of their vanity on a shelf for a while because its not a pretty thing.  You look like a freak and thats just the way it is.  That being said, I cannot wait to not look like a freak anymore!  I don't want to give small children nighmares...and I'd like to be able to eat without spilling down my chin and not even knowing it because I'm numb.  I miss feeling normal.  Jaw surgery stinks. I know i should look try to look down the road and see myself at a time where i can say "this was worth it" but its hard.  I'm not sure if i would have had enough guts to have this done if I had really known what to expect.  Praying for fast recovery!!!!!

Note: i do try to read over what I write on here... But i am heavily under the influence of vicoden, so I know i'm probably missing tons of grammar errors and saying a lot of things that just don't make sense..  please bear with me! :)