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    Day 21: 3 Weeks in Pictures

    I thought a picture montage of the journey would be a fun way to celebrate 3 weeks of healing! When I was going through these pictures, I felt a quiet sense of thrill at how quickly I’m progressing. Yippee!   Day of Surgery, Dec. 28, 2011 Day 1 of Recovery… Day 2… Day 3… Day 4… Day 6… Day 11… Day 13… Day 15… Day 20…     There it is, folks. Three weeks in pictures! I’m going to wait for the big Before and After post until after my braces come off…which is still a few months away. Stay tuned!

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    Day 20: Bye bye, surgical brackets! Hello, flossing!

    I went back to the orthodontist for the first time since surgery today. Can I just say that I love my orthodontist and his staff??? They’re so great and fun and supportive. Everyone made a big deal about how great I look, which of course made me feel like I look great. 🙂 The best part of my visit was that Dr. Z took off my surgical brackets! Woohoo!! I hated those things. Not only did they rip open my cheeks for sport, they also held on to food like a magnet. As little Noah says, pucky pucky (*insert adorable hand wave toward item that is pucky*). Those dang surgical…

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    Day 19: I ain’t nothing but a hound dog…drooling all the time

    Well, I have no excuses. My shameful lack of blog posts is purely the result of laziness. That’s all there is to it! For the past few days I’ve had fleeting thoughts of creating a new post…and then those fleeting thoughts fleeted themselves out the window in favor of another episode of Dick Van Dyke or Vampire Diaries. Yup. My post-toddler days have been basking in couch-potato indulgences! But, in all fairness to my couch-potato self, there actually hasn’t been a ton to report. No new sensation in my lips or chin. (Still lots of painful and irritating tingling, though. Especially at bed time. What’s with that?) No exciting editions…

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    Day 15: INSOMNIA

    For the last two nights, I have been suffering from terrible insomnia. I’m exhausted when I go to bed, but my eyes won’t close, my brain won’t stop whirring, and sleep never comes. I maybe got a spotty two hours of sleep on Tuesday night, and last night, my insomnia was so bad, and so distressing, that I woke Brandon in the middle of the night, begging him to pray for me. As he began his very sleepy prayer, I burst into tears and sobbed like a toddler out of sheer exhaustion. Needless to say, my days have been very unenergetic as a result. I spent all day Wednesday on…