It's the 2nd day. I woke up rushing to the bathroom to spit out a mouthful of blood. I then spent the rest of the day with an icepack on my face, trying to do as little as possible. I attempted to eat some oyster crackers in my cream of chicken soup, but I quickly realized I could not chew. At all! The roof of my mouth is starting to itch, but the denture blocks it. I really wanna pull it out, but I was sternly warned not to remove it for 72 hours. I'm still living on liquids and Vicodin.
Not much else to report for the second day. I slept mostly, and the Vicodin put a haze over everything else.
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I had a fun conversation about denture adventures yesterday with my denturist in Victoria, which prompted me to google it, and here I am. Great blog, I really enjoyed reading your experiences.
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