I survived!

okay, so that last one got a little self-pitying.  Today I had my stitches out and my jaw freeed! Hallelujah, free at last.  It is amazing what not eating out of a syringe can do for the soul.  Most of the hospital memories are waning, and I once we get my eyes to close on their own (small, technical problem), we should be good to go. It is over.  And, I might add, the number on the scale being four pounds lower than it was last week might be trying to compensate for the pain.