If I’d have written yesterday it would have just been complaining and whining.  At 2 pm we had a doctor appt and he gave a good report.  Everything is aligned and in 10-14 days he’ll give me removable rubber bands on the braces.  That means I can eat soft food and talk.

They say the 3-4 day mark is the height of inflammation and yesterday was no kidding.  The little uvula (teardrop between my tonsils) is swollen to the size of a spoon and I can spit it up or swallow it.  They think it got suctioned when the anesthetic tubes came out.  I’m complaining already, aren’t I?

I’m hoping to utilize the silence before this is all over.  When I was in the hospital I made a mental list of all the areas I’m going to try and focus on.  Like being present.  Listening.  Having peace.  I hope to have the clarity to do some writing.  I’ve got houses left half painted too.  So far I’ve mostly lay back and hurt, worried about swallowing, and watched episodes of Prison Break.  I guess I need to raise the bar.  I’m not going to let this situation pass and realize I spent the time feeling sorry for myself and counting down the days and hours between pain medicine.

This blog is most of the talking I do.  There was a hateful comment on here yesterday and if I’ve come across like an egotistical maniac, I apologize.  I’m just telling a story here, like I always have.  This person attacked my motives, my role as a father and husband, and even pointed out that perhaps I am an altogether fraud under the falsely assumed name “Levon.”  All this person had left to call me was a flat singer and I could be thoroughly insulted and fighting mad!

As someone who has held their face together overnight while slobbering blood in their lap, someone with both jaws broken to each side and metal plates across the bottom of their teeth, I can take it on the chin, Erica.  Say what you’ve got to say.  Tell me everything on your mind.  I’m in a season of listening.