Day 3 of No Talking

Every post for the next two weeks will not be about my mouth, I promise. Three days without being able to talk or eat makes for a really, really crabby person. Or at least a crabby me. I didn't realize how much I have to talk...not even want to but have to. I hurt myself trying to tell Gia to stay away from the plug (okay, I yelled) and each time I tried to eat, I had to stick my fingers in my mouth to get the food out. I never realized how much you use your tongue to swallow food. I know there are worse things but I hope this goes fast and I start feeling like normal soon. The constant state of weakness from not being able to eat is not fun either. I have images of me eating my first real food after this and me blowing up like Violet from Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.

For those of you that enjoy Vicodin for pain, tell me why it won't work for me? There is so much talk about not taking it for too long because you can get addicted and it either makes me feel awful or does nothing. The first pill I took did nothing. Well, it helped a little so I took another one when I was in a lot of pain before I went to bed. BIG MISTAKE! My mind raced all night. A good friend said that probably would have happened regardless of the meds because of the stress connected to the test which I think is true. I hoped that not having anything in my stomach wouldn't matter because the meds would knock me out but that was not the case so besides the nightmares that I had all night, I also had an upset stomach. Good times...

I couldn't even take anything during the day because I had to be "on" and sweet, little Gia...she just wouldn't nap so it was a long day. Luckily, my sister came, brought soup and then took the girls to my mom's. A million thank yous to both of them!

Just wanted the rest of you to know that if you ever wanted to say something to me without me being able to answer you back, now is the time.

On a separate note, I hate all tryouts, evaluations and everything that separates kids from their friends. Like I said before, even when it is good, it still isn't good. Nico and Tommy are both playing football on the teams they wanted and instead of celebrating, we are all a little sick about the whole thing. I know it isn't realistic or the way life is but I would like everyone to be on the same team and it always be a tie.