Day three

I feel better.  I don't look better, but I feel better. There is a visible bulge in my lower left cheek.  I hate not being able to eat.

Yesterday, my daughter-in-law Traci stopped to see me around 5:00.  She was on her way to meet a new client and discuss their wedding plans (Traci is a wonderfully talented licensed Wedding Officiant). She was meeting them at a local restaurant here in Valley City.  She usually meets clients in Coffee Houses where the atmosphere is conducive to chatting.   Traci asked if I wanted her to bring me some food from the restaurant.
"Are you kidding"? said I.   I have spent the last almost three months eating soft food and chewing on the right side of my mouth.  I was going to take a chance on real food, not yogurt or applesauce.  "Sure, bring me a child's portion of spaghetti".  "Do you want salad with that"?  "No, I can't chew lettuce, my teeth don't meet".

That is the problem.  My teeth don't meet.  They can't even date.  The two lower broken molars have raised up from the jaw/gum line so nothing in my mouth lines up or touches.  Try chewing food that has any "non-give" to it without touching your teeth together.

At least, when I am at rest now, relaxed or asleep,  my teeth again are getting touchy feely with one another!

I ate the pasta.  Cut the penne up into five pieces per penne.  No meat or anything, just plain marinara.  It was heavenly.  The garlic bread was a no go, I didn't even attempt it.  The thought of a crumb touching the sutures made my hair stand up on end.  But she also brought me a cup of potato soup.  At least it had texture and I could just savor the flavor and then swallow.

I know this missive is way more graphic than you may want to read, however I am taking great joy in such a little thing. 

Chewing!
p.s.  when you need a dentist, don't put it off.  Put your big girl panties on and go!