I had this jaw surgery this summer that consisted of breaking my upper jaw, moving it, and screwing it into its proper place. Needless to say, I would have felt pretty crappy if I hadn't been drugged out of my mind. Three days after the surgery I decided to take some "after" pictures. Not sure why I'm so shiny.
Most of my face was still paralyzed, so that's why I have the exact same expression on my face in all these pictures.
My jaw. Still rubber banded shut.
I didn't even realize I was still all swollen, not having access to a mirror.
I didn't get out of bed for 5 days. The cats loved it.
But on day 5 I had to go to see my surgeon so he could see if I was healing properly. We got a flat tire on the way home. I stood around and took pictures to try and take my mind off the fact that my drugs were wearing off.
Once I started to feel better, I went downtown with Eric. Because I still couldn't move most of my face, I couldn't smile, but as anyone who's spent any time with Eric knows, that's very hard to do around Eric. Whenever I felt the need to laugh, my nose would start bleeding. Anyway, Eric found this magazine clipping on the ground and was very amused by it. I refused, so Eric took pictures so I could look at it and giggle once I was able.
There's a segue.
In my surgeon's office. Don't remember why I took this.