Recovery

It's a bitch.

Sitting around moaning with an ice-pack strapped to my head has not been fun. However, the ice cream, sorbet and films I indulged in made it a little less unbearable. But only a little.

Having four stitched-up cuts in the back of my mouth has been one of the strangest things I've ever experienced. It doesn't hurt like I had expected; it's more of an annoyance. I can hardly chew.

Being the 5th day, I have 2 green bruises smearing both sides of my bottom jaw, and my incisions are a little stingy. I've been unproductive and slothful, but today I'm going to try and do something useful. Maybe I'll clean the bathroom...