Could not bring my teeth together to bite. Teeth don't hurt so much unless I do try to bite. So dinner was torture: steak, which I cut into really small pieces. Still had to put some wax on some pointy parts on the metal brackets at the back of my mouth. (on the 6's on the bottom, I think is the technical term.)
Lunch was not fun. Sucked potato latkes; was overly ambitious in taking two carrot sticks and two celery sticks. I managed to nibble down one of the celery sticks by taking small bites. Grapes were ok. Forget the bagels, however. The Krispy Kreme donut (about 1/2) was fine though. Still hungry afterwards, so I heated some soup Vicki lovingly bought me.
Lived on Acetiminophen. Wished I'd had the wax with me during the day. Will bring tomorrow.
Don't ask me about hygiene. Went better, maybe because Eitan talked to me while I flossed. Used a shorter floss so I didn't have to pull so much through my teeth. Didn't get as smelly or slimy. Can't push the floss needle between my lower bottoms. I'm really in trouble down there, so I guess I really need these.
Only 268 days to go!
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