It's better to look good than to feel good.
Oh, no, no, NO, that is not the case at all.
Everything I've read online, everything the dentist told me and everything my Amish neighbors have shared assures me that I will get used to them. I hope they're all right.
I'm writing all this for me, more than for you, although I figure someone out there might appreciate an account of the personal experience. You might need to go through this someday – you could get your teeth knocked out in a softball game, for instance – and I feel like I'm doing a public service.
Also, I can't not go through something like this and not write about it. I guess after all these years I've evolved into some kind of diarist.
I feel like I'm gagging all the time. Just as I've read online, there is in increase in salivation and it's extremely uncomfortable. I will say, though, that it's easier today than it was yesterday.
I can't talk very well, and I haven't been able to eat much at all. I had really looked forward to having a salad, but raw vegetables are still too difficult to handle. I'm going to try pizza tonight, though, making sure the crust is more breadlike than crispy.
Anyway, that's the news of the day from that old lady who lives in the Middle of Nowhere. I can just hear both of you saying, "Thanks for sharing." Heh.
P.S. Round Two of the apple jelly turned out great! Probably won't be eating PB&Js for a while, though.