Day 3: my own personal hell

This is where shit hit the fan. I cried from the pain for the first time this evening. I felt completely helpless and I was in an unbearable amount of pain. By now I've had milkshakes, apple & grape juice, water, sweet tea and Gatorade all through my syringe. I still hate that damn thing. I'd much rather pour the liquid on my face and hope a good amount slips through the cracks. I haven't been able to get a substantial amount of sleep yet. My boyfriend is doing basically everything for me. He's my angel. I don't know what I would do without his help. I have a dry erase board and a million ice packs within arms reach. My fever has not gone above 99.2. I can open my jaw a little bit more at this point. Not a lot, but I can definitely move it more than the first day.  That felt very nice. I've attempted to brush my teeth but the nastiness still remains. It's also hard to swish cleaning stuff since your jaws are clamped together. I also haven't showered in 5 days. My nausea kicks in if I stand for too long. Since my nose is stopped up I can smell myself too much but I know Cody can. He's been sweet about it all though. He doesn't make me feel bad about any of this. Again, he's my angel. I strongly recommend having someone like him around for support if you decide to undergo this surgery. It is definitely major. This was also the day my emotions started to kick in. I desperately miss eating and drinking properly. I cannot wait until I can purse my lips around a straw. A nice, cold Dr pepper will be perfect.

 here we are in bed together. Like my mustache?