I am not going to pretend that I have a tragic life. Or that everything is falling apart around me. Or look up in the sky and shout "Why me?!?!?!" while it rains really hard.
Because that would be lame. And more than a little dramatic.
I will, however, address the fact that my mouth is a disaster. And while a photo would be a quite lovely addition to this post, I am going to have to refrain and salvage some dignity. Plus, I have found the the power of imagination can be just as effective.
So. I shall instead describe. The swollen lip has returned to normal with just small cut that I like to consider the icing on the cake. My golf-ball sized cheek has also decreased in size and has picked up a healthy grayish purple glow that is quite easily disguised by makeup. The purple stitches on my gum are just as intact and non-dissolved as ever, only now, because I can smile, they are more visible. But let us talk about the fun part. The part where my teeth do not seem to fit in my mouth any more. This is the best part. And the part that I am really hoping to remedy as quickly as possible.
See, my mouth has started to heal. And naturally that means it has re-shaped into a healthier mouth with bone. And while I do love the bone, I hate the fact that this new gum does not want to play host to my temporary tooth. I hate the fact that I feel like my teeth are falling out. And then I look in the mirror and realize that they are.
But I am keeping the hysterics to a minimum. Which is mostly because I have a hugely supportive group of friends. And to say thank you to them, I am trying to just laugh. And also write about it. So someday I can explain to my children why they are not allowed to try out for cheerleading. And also why Mommy will not let them leave the house without a mouth guard.
Laugh on.
