music: “Barcelona,” Jewel
It seems that when your jaw is swollen up and your gums are lined with stitches, it is vaguely more difficult to talk than it used to be. Case in point: I asked my mom for some ice. She cheerfully agreed and headed into the kitchen, where I heard a disconcerting clatter of pots, pans, and cabinet doors. When I turned around to look, there was my mother, beamingly cooking a bowl of rice. She looked so angelic, I kind of hated to point out her mistake, but the sad fact is that I’m still not able to eat solid foods. Poor mom, she looked so disappointed. But, eventually, I got my ice, so all was well.
The only other problem with my little situation is that, this morning, our icemaker died. Of all the times in the world for an icemaker to die. We’ve had that refrigerator for years (and I emphasize, years) and it chooses the week I have my wisdom teeth extracted to go ka-put. And when I discovered this, my mom had dashed off to get strawberry milkshakes and movies at Blockbuster, so I was left to (feebly) fend for myself.
I ended up with a frozen juice can stuck to my right cheek (yes, literally, stuck! I had to yank to get it off) and a box of frozen tater tots smushed to my left cheek. Wasn’t I a sight. When those things thawed, I used butterbeans and frozen peaches. I don’t really recommend eating anything that’s currently living in our freezer, because most of it has been mashed against my sweet, swollen face at some point or another.