Determined to keep a positive attitude.
After all the high-fiving, I switched to a thumbs up.
The swelling peaked on Day 3.
This was my last full day in the hospital.
Finally at home.
And now, we have the oh-so-alluring yellow/green bruises.
On Day 6, the bruising was worse.
The liquid diet started to get to me.
I contemplated hunting down Mrs. Vickie and holding her ransom for a handful of her salt and vinegar delicacies.
The swelling's almost gone after a week. Yay!
A close-up of my sexy bruises.
My wired and elasticized jaw.
A friend told me this wasn't what she expected.
"It looks like pimped out braces," she said.
Oh yeah. Rappers got nothin' on me.
My left hand bruising, where the intern screwed up my IV line.
I got the external cheek stitches taken out on Day 8.
I felt much less freakish afterward.
Look ma! No stitches!
It was insane how quickly these cuts healed.
By Day 13, you could barely tell I had ever had stitches there.