Anyway: I went into the OR at 8am and my team put me to sleep and got to work. I woke up unable to talk with my boyfriend standing above me with beautiful flowers. My nurses weren't the best at keeping up my meds, but it's okay. I should've spoken up more. This was by far the worst day so far. I dry heaved all day. Fortunately the tube going from my nose to my stomach cleared my stomach so nothing would come out. Since my jaw was banded shut, this would have been absolutely terrifying. I treaded through the day with short naps and soft cries. I highly recommend having someone there for support. Someone who knows you well enough to understand your muffled speech. This was my boyfriend, Cody, for me. I would get extremely frustrated when people couldn't understand me but luckily he did and would translate. His support has been the best during this journey. I know I stated I'm only on day 4, but every hour feels like a day. It's miserable. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
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