About two and a half hours from now, I will be getting some of my stitches out. I hope it doesn't hurt too much, although my chin is sort of numb, I know that one will feel weird. The ones by my left eye look really good, and I don't expect any pain over there. My lip stitches on the other hand are very, very sensitive, and I don't believe they are even ready yet. Either way it will be nice to see Hope again (that's Galpins' nurse). She is very sweet and mild mannered. It will be nice for my parents to meet her as well, and ask all the questions they want answered.
I am really getting used to my shake diet. It's really not all that bad. I have always liked smoothies, and soup, so doing it through a straw isn't too terrible.
Not talking is still presenting a major challenge on the other hand. When people talk, my impulse is to contribute to the conversation, and when I write something down it seems the moment has passed. All this is showing me that I just need to slow it down. Who cares if I have nothing to say? I want to try to find a positive spin on this one, and I'm having trouble. Matt has been so great about telling me to "stop talking!" with all his might. I know he hates telling me what to do, but because of him my jaw will heal more quickly. I have got to just let go of conversation. It would help too if the people who speak to me would only ask me "yes", or "no" questions. I suppose this will be a learning experience for us all!
I believe I need to start studying Stan Laurel (although he wasn't always silent), and Harpo Marxs' means of communication. I already have a horn just like Harpo! I'm getting somewhere!