Psst -- RP -- that one's supposed to be for the private
Well, I did a lot of sleeping. Then I'd get up, cook a bit (because food is so limited and weird, I had to take control over something), then conk out again. It's 9:30 and I haven't had dinner yet. Yeah, things are that messed up here at Casa Philbis.
I also have a still rather swollen mouth, up into the sinus, so I look very much like a prize fighter and am hoping that my new career in same takes off quickly. I'm a lot less nauseous than I was (combo of anaesthesia plus the appliance, I think). Haven't worn the prosthesis at all today, but I will put it in when I go out in public. Don't wanna scare the small children. Much.
And -- thank you all for your omming and mooing (and shooting?) -- nice to know you all care.
I got through the surgery by lying to myself, telling myself that the surgeon was just looking and cleaning. The whole thing took a coupla hours. The most fun was, after the cab that got me home, I got in the car and drove to the drug store to get my fix, er, stash, er, you know. Four drugs. The bathroom shelf looks the dispensary in M*A*S*H.
Now, time to eat something semi-solid and then, yes, sleep will be the next activity.