2 Weeks Post-Op

I have survived. The worst is behind me ... or at least, I hope it is.

The last two weeks have been rough. I have cried and bled and taken pictures. I have lost weight. Maybe ten pounds. Maybe more. (My bathroom scale isn't all that reliable. This morning, it told me I weigh a whopping total of 0.00 lbs. Yippee!) (NOT. I was only 127 lbs to begin with. That seems like a good weight to me. Besides, I miss food. A lot.)

On the bright side, I'm completely off painkillers and able to sleep most of the night. The wounds are healing well, according to my orthodontist. The swelling is almost all gone. So is the bruising, except for one dark spot on my throat. (No idea what happened there.) My bite is wonderful. Strange, but wonderful.

And Horizons is 60,000 words. My record for words-written-in-a-day? Ten thousand and four.

Am I pleased? Yes, I am pleased. Am I sane?

Um ... More ice cream? Yes, I would like some more ice cream, please.

9,028 WORDS

I WROTE 9,028 WORDS TODAY. (OR I GUESS IT'S YESTERDAY NOW)

THAT IS A NEW RECORD.

MY LAST RECORD WAS 8,288 WORDS.

(DARN. I THOUGHT IT WAS HIGHER. I COULD HAVE STOPPED HALF AN HOUR AGO AND STILL BROKEN MY RECORD.)

I JUST THOUGHT I WOULD LET YOU KNOW.

I LOVE YOU.

I WILL GO TO SLEEP NOW.