Oowataweek
-Coughs-
Here, I'll set the mood with some music.
♫Sitting in my bedroom, with my keyboard guitar...♫
There we go. Okay, last week today, I had extensive facial reconstructive surgery on my jaw. This involved me going under the knife to have a section of my lower jaw shaved off, and slid back. This would get rid of the underbite. I also had my upper law slide forward somehow. I'm not sure how they did that one, since i was always under the impression that was part of the skull, but I assume magic is at play. While they were in there, they decided to pop out my two wisdom teeth that were in there from last year. How nice.
Anyways, I spent two nights at a Toronto hospital, unable to talk for most of that duration, and had to ask the nurses to go pee. Two nurses were cute, three were not. They came in and gave me water, medicine, and apple juice through a syringe. Luckily, I was hooked up to an IV so I didn't require much supplementary hydration.
When I got out, my sleep schedule was altered terribly. I went to bed at around 8pm, woke up at 12, and slept on and off again till 9am. I also couldn't have food
This is my main hate of everything thats happened. Until yesterday, I was totally dependent on a syringe for liquid delivery. And even then, they were liquids! Very unsatisfying. I miss food. I really really really miss food. Here is an example:
The other night, I was invited to spend some time with friends at Isaac's. It was a good opportunity to get out of the house for the first time since coming home, and letting friends know I was still matt-shaped and quasi-alright. We watched two Indiana Jones movies (the first and second). I regret not going home after the first, cause I almost slept during the second one due to me missing my chunk of sleep that I get at 8. Anyways, as the first one was one, Isaac brought down a pie left over from the Spud's Pi Day Celebration Bashstravaganza! He pulled it out on the ottoman, and proceeded to cut it. Slowly. Salaciously. Almost as if he was pulling off the pie's dress, and about to make sweet love to this pastry delight. Cherry filling oozed over the top. When he was done cutting, he slowly pulled it out, and put it on plates for the others to enjoy. Flakes of crust crumbled off, in an arousing array around the centerpiece that was my heart's desire. Isaac, of course, never knew he was doing this to me, he was just being naturally slow. Either that, or my perception of time actually slowed down for this event, just to make my agony all the more sweeter for the Gods That Hate Matt And Taunt Him With Pie (GTHMATHWP). This sent me into a fetal position.
I'm looking forward to 3 weeks from now, when I get total real food. My goal is to eat a giant beef and cheese burrito, as some of you already know. This would be a violation of my vegetarian morals, but announcing to you, today, here on this blog, I am giving up vegetarianism. I have learnt over the years I enjoy depriving myself of things I like. I could be a perfect catholic! In the past, I have shaved my head, went vegan, limited myself to only music in alphabetical order for 6 months, and others. This only liquid business sent me over the deep end, and from now on in i'm indulging myself in things I like.
OH Also today I got two packages: Chrononauts, and The Big Sleep's Sleep Forever album. Both worthy purchases.
Labels: annoyance, chrononauts, isaac, pie, surgery, swollen, the big sleep, vegetarian
