I think my husband is trying to torture me. He wanted pizza. Now don't get me wrong, I feel sorry for him being forced to eat only what I can. That's why we stocked up on frozen dinners he can make himself if he's so inclined as to eat more than soup and rice.
We decided to get Pizza Hut and order the chicken alfredo pasta dish for me. Of course, I couldn't chew the chicken, and even the pasta was hard considering my mouth has been immensely sore since yesterday.
I attempted to eat a breadstick. I mean, it's just BREAD, right? Well, I could eat the soft insides, but the outer crust had to be passed over to my husband.
Meanwhile, I could smell the pizza. Pure torture, I tell ya!
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