Day three is the day that the nurse said would probably be the worst as far as soreness and swelling goes.
This is the stage of recovery I'm calling the "dirty jowl" stage. Black and blue jowls. Sooo pretty. I can finally chew a little which is a good thing because I couldn't even think about having another Magic Bullet smoothie. The swelling is starting to go down and I'm starting to feel a bit better. I tried to trade in my Vicodin for ibuprofen yesterday. That was a mistake, so I'm going to commit to being high and drowsy and itchy for another day and try again tomorrow. I never thought I'd say this, but I'm kind of tired of convalescing.