Day 18.
My recovery journey is starting to sound like I was lost at sea. My dry mouth in the mornings doesn’t prove otherwise. I could pass as a victim of scurvy.
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From my fingertips.
It’s been two weeks since the accident. The pain has waned my once-soaring spirit. The pain hasn’t improved in proportion to my appearance.
I can become an incognito hillbilly by keeping my lips closed. The feeling of the chasm in my mouth is right on the tip of my tongue and cannot be ignored. It is in my face, literally. When I saw the dentist on Wednesday, he had some bleak news for me.
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