The remainder of the week post surgery went great. The swelling finally went Down and I ate a lot more slurpee's and milkshakes to which Natalie made very clear to me it was not fair. However, I tend to lean on the side that it wasn't fair that I had to sip everything through a straw. I have taken for granted that I used to be able to eat.
So I came back to Houston for a post op apt and all is well. Bad news is I can't bite anything for a month. Good news is I can cut up food and place it in the back of my mouth. Other good news, I can brush my teeth in one
More week. Hence other bad news, I can't brush my teeth for a week. Haha
So I go to get on a flight to head back to Dallas. First off I'm in the ladies room using the bathroom. I hear a man walk into the bathroom, I see his feet in the stall beside me facing the wall, I hear him peeing, I look through the door crack into the mirror and sure enough his stall door is wide open. Thank you for that sir. My first thought of course, why is this man in the women's bathroom. This was directly followed with "oh my gosh, I'm in the men's bathroom!" I wait for him to leave and I slowly come out, wash up, and double check. Turns out he was wrong. Phew and ew. Haha
This was followed by a 4 hour wait on the plane only to have the flight cancelled and be rescheduled for a flight more than 24 hours later. It's a 4 hour drive people, this is crazy. Good news here, I got to read almost all
Of 3 nephi and a lot of my radical parenting book. Bad news, I miss my babies.
I did take some pictures this week, even some of my face which I promise to post but I forgot my camera. So here is a little ditty to tide you over because I know these posts without pictures are boring. There is a road and neighborhood here that has over 70 peacocks roaming free. We went to check it out and I tried to chase one
Down. I'll let you just imagine what happened next in this photo...