O sweet 'n sour chicken, why can I not partake of your crispiness?
Yesterday, about 10 am, I had my wisdom teeth taken out. Since then, I have been telling time twenty-minute increments, switching the ice pack from cheek to cheek.I have been on a strict regiment of applesauce, pudding, and Jell-O, with the occasional milkshake and smoothie thrown in. Appuddingle-O? Not all at once, I hope.
It's not a bad life, except for the deep, dull aching in my jaw and the self-imposed house arrest due to medications. But I have two siblings and a mother that cater to my whims. They are simple; I do not ask for foot massages or hourly kowtows. My needs are simple - some water, putting in DVDs, making up Jell-O or pudding, refilling the ice pack. Except when it comes to real food.
It is Wednesday, and I have not had any solid food since Monday. The sight and smell of the chicken, generic, MSG-packed, unhealthy chicken from the freezer, on any other occasion would have elicited a dull response, but not tonight. I would have given an extra pair of molars to be able to taste those stringy, orange-flavored fibers of chicken meat, to be able to chew and crunch - yet without the work of crunching. That makes my still-tender jaws tremble with the pain of the imagination.
It would be awesome to have a crocodile's jaws. Have you ever seen the musculature of a crocodile's throat? It looks like giant white balloons on either side of the jaws. You could float on them.
Dream of that tonight - floating on the jaws of crocodiles.
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