No Food

I had to get a molar extracted this past Monday. It wouldn't stop hurting and the roof of my mouth was rough. By Thursday night the roof of my mouth became swollen and the entire left side of my mouth, including my jaw was hurting.  I was having difficulty eating and drinking, so I decided to call the dentist. I was able to get in Friday morning to find out what I already knew. My mouth was infected.  Turns out, the oral surgeon dried out my mouth too much and irritated my gums when he broke my tooth to remove it.  Now I'm on antibiotics and was told I could eat soft foods.  Am I eating? No.  I still can't eat. My mouth is extremely sensitive to textures.  The only things I have been able to chew and swallow were a few string cheeses. I couldn't even eat a warm brownie. I can drink milk, warm tea, and room temp water.  I feel like I'm starving; I really want a fat burger or sandwich with fries.  Good thing about not eating this past week, I have lost 6 pounds. Maybe I should starve myself more often.  Just kidding, I love food too much for that.  But I wish I had a nice smoothie or milkshake right now.  Not sure how that would go with my sensitivity to textures at the moment.

I Don't Want To

I don't want to write anymore.  I know my melancholic attitude is annoying.  I don't want to tell you my story, my opinions, anything.  There really is nothing to tell.  There never was.  I'm tired, I just want to sleep.  To disappear.