I’m whomped.
I haven’t gotten back into my regular cycle of posts since my secret weekend.
Since the beginning of this full-time work gig.
And now? Now, you ask? Now I am sitting in discomfort with a tingling lower lip that is swollen and bordering on elephantitis. Okay, so I’m a bit dramatic. The people around me don’t seem to look so aghast when they glance my way, and they assure me it’s “not so bad,” but I’m thinking it’s all just being nice for my benefit, you know?
I had oral surgery yesterday morning, bright and early, to remove a mucocele. A harmless thing taking up space in my mouth and making me feel “oooogly.” Go ahead and google it if you wish. Or don’t. It’s a bubble of grossness that grows on the inner lower lip when the salivary glands are blocked. Yum.
So lucky me, I had surgery to remove it. And now? Yes, now there is tingling… which likely means nerve damage. And my chin and cheek are bruised. And there are stitches so long that I bite down on them when I close my mouth. And I haven’t eaten in 41.5 hours because the feel of food in my crooked, sensitive, tingly mouth is really disgusting. I tried. Vaguely. I stuck two baby spoonfuls of yogurt in there and ICK!
So, as far as getting back to my regular pattern of posts on being a mom to three kids, three boys… well, um, yeah. I can’t think about anything other than my tingling, fatness of lippage. It’s really interfering with my ability to say something witty about motherhood.
Except to say that I’d rather be thrown up on by one toddler in the middle of Friendly’s while the other toddler has an A+ temper tantrum – kicking and punching the ground included – and the school age dude-child continues his steady banter of mindless speak, completely unaware that I am knee deep in barf and outrage.
Hmm, motherhood, puts things into perspective a lot, don’t it?
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Excuse me while I barf on you, Elephant lady.
But, seriously. Two more days. Two more days. Two more days. And if you still look funny on Saturday, I will cater to your every need, leaving the kids under another grownup’s care. (Well, I’ll probably being doing that second part anyway.) Remember when I had my lips stitched closed and dad gave me milkshakes around the clock? (Well, you were only 4, so probably not.) But, anyway, I was seriously swollen. And stitched up inside and out. And I could barely fit a straw between the stitches. And I couldn’t talk normally. And I remember thinking I was going to look lipless and scabby and gross forever. And yet, here I am today, with luscious lips. Right? Soon you will be your luscious self again.
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OOOOH! I had 12 stitches in my lower lip a few years ago when I had a nasty stomach virus and got up in the middle of the night to puke yet again and instead managed to faint totally face down onto my tile floor. Busted lip open. Hence, stitches. My lip was GROSS and scabby and pus-filled and the stitches bothered me more than the ones I got “down there” after I had Ben. YUCK. I feel your pain. But yeah, hang in there…Jen’s right…your lips will be gorgeous again. Mine are.
Oh, I hope you are feeling better very, very soon. Sending all my healing thoughts to you and your beautiful lips!
I had Strep Throat for the first time in the Spring and it was so painful, that nothing my kids could throw at me would seem bad in comparison. I can’t even begin to imagine the pain in your lips, which are shockingly important! Hope your vacation is just the right cure!