Post Op Day 6: Blood, Sweat, and Chills

Today was an extremely eventful day and I don't know where to start, so I guess I go in chronological order. For starters, I got the worst night's sleep I have ever gotten, or not gotten. I got a combined 4 hours, maybe. I tried sleeping in my own bed, which worked for all of a hour. Then, I was wide awake again. Then, I spent the next six hours trying to fall asleep on the couch. I tried falling asleep to a movie, that didn't work. I tried walking around the house to wear myself out a little, that didn't work. You name it, I probably tried it last night. Finally, at 4:30 am after watching a movie and a half and 2 espisodes of The Tonight Show (apparently they play re-runs at 3 am), I took a dose of Vicadin and was able to sleep for a good 3 hours. What a miserable night!
The day started off with me blending my cereal again, but I didn't have an egg this morning. I took all the meds, did the nasal spray, and mouth wash and spent the next couple hours trying to get some more sleep before I went to the first post-op appointment with the oral surgeons. Before I went, I wrote a note of everything I wanted the doctor to know so I wouldn't have to mumble the whole time I was there. This ended up being a good idea, I think. The first thing they did when I got there was take a new x-ray of my jaw. This is what I posted several hours ago. It was so cool to see! I could see the titanium plates, the screws, and the wires they told me I was getting. I could also see exactly where my jaw was broken, and still is broken. Next, they undid the rubber bands and let me try to brush my teeth. This wasn't easy. I could not feel the inside of my cheeks and my lips. I also tried to do this without a mirror. I finally got it done and the surgeons moved my jaw around a little bit before replacing the rubber bands. The did put on stronger, thicker rubber bands. In the process of doing so one of the utensils slipped and dug into my cheek bone near where it's broken. It was the worst pain of this whole experience, but not for long. After the rubber bands, the oral surgeons talked to me and my mom and what to expect and they gave me permission to travel with my parents to our new vacation home in South Carolina in a week. (I haven't decided if I want to make the trip yet or not.) But, they told me I need to be more aggressive with brushing my teeth (easier said then done) and that they were REALLY impressed with how little swelling I had. Overall, they said I looked great. They did tell me I needed to eat more and should be having 5 or 6 small meals a day.
Shortly after getting home, I began to feel very weak and tired. I was getting hot, then would be chilled to my bones a second later. I decided I needed to eat something. This seemed to do the trick, for a little while. Not more than 2 hours later, I had another bout of this hot/cold stuff, plus I had a headache and was slightly dizzy. I decided to eat again, and more this time. I also drank/syringed as much water as I could. I felt better almost instantly. At this time I decided to take a picture of me for the day, and of my shirt to show you all what it typically looks like after "eating" a meal. Those spots on my shirt would be the "food" that doesn't make it down my throat. It's gross I know, but it happens.
Then things got interesting. My mom ran an errand and I decided i would check my email while my laptop was sitting on the floor, charging. While doing so, one my dogs came and laid next to me. I took a break from checking my email and laid with my dog and pet her. Shortly later, my other dog, a German Shepard, came and laid near us. It was all good for a few minutes and then the dog I was petting started growling at the other one. The German Shepard stood up and started walking towards us. At this point my mom came in door, surprising all of us, especially my German Shepard. Before I knew it, she was jumping over me, but her back legs were coming right for my face. I was able to block one of her legs from landing on me, but the other caught me square on my top lip. Immediately, I had blood pooring out of mouth and excruciating pain. I was screaming and army crawling with my blood soaked hands covering my face as my mom came in the room. Long story short, after several attempts of trying to get a hold of the oral surgeons office (it was after hours, barely) we just went there. One of the surgeons met us there and checked me out. He said it looked like my dog caught one of my stitches and ripped it out and that my top jaw still seemed in good shape. I have to go back tomorrow for another x-ray to confirm this. I left the office with a even more swollen face and a massive headache. Needless to say, I'm spending the rest of the night on the couch. This last picture is of me after the dog incident. As you can see, my top lip is more swollen as well as the right side of nose. What a day!