Surgery

February 6, 2002

He asked me if I had any questions.

“Will I be able to taste the cake on my birthday on the 17th?”

“We hope so. Anything else?”

“Yes, please don’t fuck this up.” And then I was out. The surgery went well he said and the part of my jaw he had to remove came out, and I’m now on the road to healing. My face is swollen more than any chipmunks, I’m slowly learning to speak again and so far, my sense of taste hasn’t come back. Which, is actually a good thing considering all the mush I must eat.

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