Tuesday, January 14, 2014

The day the band broke up

Friday was quiet for most of the day. I slept and ate more broccoli milkshakes.

Around 8pm, I watched the Bond Skyfall movie that I had rented the day before. For the first 40 minutes, I cycled on the exercise bike going very soft. I was basically just moving my legs. By the end of the movie, I was tiered and it was time for bed.

That's when my bands broke. I was taking my meds, antibiotics and a little of the good pain liquid. They gave me a plastic measuring cup that looks like a shot galss. All the meds are liquid except one very small pain pill. I call it the Super Motrin. It's a 'nonsteroidal antiinflammatory'. I looked them up. It turns out that the lip cream they gave me is steroidal and it has warning about using it on your mouth. Still, the stuff works. My lips would be cracked and chipping away by now. I can't lick them.

So I went to knock back my medicine cocktail and my elastic bands all snapped like a chain reaction after the first one went. I swallowed one by accident. Another one, I saw and got out. The other two, I didn't find until the next day and was able to pick them out with my fingernails.

I got worried that my whole surgery was in jeopardy now and started Googling. Finally I read a message board post on an old, inactive forum for adults with braces. They were talking about bands and he said that he's noticed that some surgeons aren't putting them on everybody anymore. Mixed with them telling me that breaking a rubber band isn't an emergency, I went to bed.

I was still a little about messing it all up while I sleep but I did go to sleep finally.

Here's the pics.



Here's me. I don't look so bad in this pic.


This is my ultra-awesome laser star projector. That's the ceiling with the lights off. I had it on during the movie.

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