||[Feb. 4th, 2008|03:30 pm]
Continued slow healing. Mom came over about noon with an iced mocha from Blue Mountain, which was lovely, but in just a few minutes I was in yucky pain. I've been drinking the mocha this afternoon (thinned out a bit with milk, mmm tasty), so that wasn't it. What seems to have caused the pain was talking. Dammit. I LIKE to talk.
[Whereupon a chorus of my friends exclaims, "No DUH..."]
I talked just fine up until yesterday. It is NOT fair for my body to take a creative healing trajectory when I'm expecting a simple progression from pain to no pain, from talking hurts to talking doesn't hurt, from gross stuff in the back of my mouth to less gross stuff over time. I feel bait-and-switched.
Sarra, I don't know if I'll be able to talk tomorrow night, but you are still invited over. We can find out how we feel about companionable silences. ;)
p.s.--The matzo balls were a problem, in that even once a bite is chewed, there are still tiny bits of matzo ball all over the back of my throat, and there isn't much I can do in order to gather them up and swallow them without pain. So, the matzo balls are going to sit in the fridge a bit more until I'm better at swallowing. Right now, I think more ice cream is in order...!