Alveoplasty tomorrow

That word brings to mind Alvin and the Chipmunks for me. I guess I will look like a chipmunk when it's all over.

Tomorrow I go under again for my bone-shaping surgery. More anesthesia (puke), more swelling (yuck), more soft foods (sigh), more Tylenol 3 (puke again), and more stitches in my mouth (ouch). But alas, my crooked noseness may finally be fixed. I say "may" because Dr. C reminds me that he can only work with bone, and I may have excess tissue there as well that he can't fix. That's okay. As long as there's some kind of improvement, I'll be happy.

I shall update you all when I get home tomorrow (day surgery rocks) and after I stop hurling from the anesthesia. Ugh.