Remember how I closed my last blog post? How I said I was going to try to get a good night’s sleep? Yeah…that didn’t happen.

At 3:30 AM, I woke up to intense, throbbing pain in my jaw. Seemed the painkillers had worn off in the wee hours of the morning, just in time to disturb what had previously been a good rest. As I lay there, half asleep, still partially dreaming, I saw myself as a member of a biker gang. It was strange. I don’t remember much, but we appeared to be in some sort of junk yard. We were having an inane sort of conversation (about what, I can’t remember) as the throbbing pain continued. I couldn’t ascertain what was causing the pain, so I rode my bike around, looking for some sort of clue. A clue I never seemed to find.

That was the extent of the dream, as I finally woke up and realized something had to be done. It was too early to take another vicodin but fortunately, I could still take an Ibuprofen. I walked into the bathroom and swallowed one of the pills. They had been strangely effective in lessening the pain prior to my surgery and they were once again effective. But still, I had to sit there, on my bed, in the dark as I waited for the pill to take effect. The dream returned and I found myself riding around the junk yard aimlessly. There was no method to the madness and shortly, as the pain vanished and I laid down for sleep once again, the dream slowly faded into obscurity.

The day went along smoothly. My diet of yogurt, soup, smoothies and Slim Fast shakes was nothing special, as expected. In fact, I began to wish I hadn’t had the surgery, if only to have the ability to eat solid food. You know those commercials for fast food, fancy restaurants and the like that you never seem to pay attention to? It’s amazing how much they stand out now…

Man I’d kill for a burger right about now…

So far so good. Pain has been minimal at its worst and there has been no bleeding or any other complications. Here’s hoping this will blow over quickly and I’ll be back to normal soon.