On Saturday morning (after the local anesthetic faded during the night) I felt like my jaw had been taken apart and reassembled slightly out of line. I also felt like an elephant had stepped on my head. My cheeks started swelling up and finally peaked on Monday (which is what the post-op instruction sheet said would happen). I looked like a chipmonk. A rather grizzled chipmonk, since my jaw was so sore that I couldn't even shave until today.
Because of some last-minute project stuff that came up last week I had to go back to work on Monday. I know now that I was too optimistic about my ability to do so. I lasted half-a-day before I had to take a Vicodin, which effectively ended my usefulness for work. I spent the rest of the day staring at the ceiling in a stupor. Today I had to make it to a 2:00pm meeting (mainly because I was supposed to be running it...), so I couldn't take a Vicodin. Tylenol manged to dull things enough to make it through the day, but it wasn't very comfortable. Annoyingly, after I went through all that we had to move the meeting to tomorrow because one of the major players couldn't attend.
I'm convinced that all this pushing myself to work is making the recovery take longer. At a minimum I have to talk on conference calls, which makes my jaw hurt more. Oh well, if this is all I have to complain about then I'm not so bad off. I can only imagine what this baby and her parents are going through.
Posted by Aubrey at March 23, 2004 07:02 PM | TrackBack