So this morning was eventful, Jim went to work, Melissa came over, Jim came back, my mom and sister came over. I think within 2 hours, I was sore from talking.
The Ahhh...my first post surgery massage. I was very timid, but Margot managed to massage me for 45 mins with NO pain in my facial area. There was some drooling, I forewarned her that I was going to need a washcloth. Amazingly she did it in a "pre-natal position" ( I say fetal), and then I bravely ventured onto my back for the rest of the massage. No pain at all, a little sore on teh left cheek...but all in all good.
The Argh...I have been telling you how irritated we, I, have been with those darn syringes. I had just pureed my tomato bisque soup from Jason's Deli and went to put it in the syringe, and it would not budge. In several more attempts I sprayed our brand new white cabinets with red soup. f*%$$ sh@#!!!!! So, my calm Jim comes in and takes over and "oils" the plungers on the syringes and they are all now working. oops.
No pics today...a description of the bruises...ugly.
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