It's not like it's a big deal and I've needed tons of help, but my mom or Brad usually sits with me and keeps my company while I dole out syringe after syringe of Ensure or soup. That's real love.
So I sat down and started eating. Everything was going smoothly until I decided to take a Tylenol. I'm able to open my teeth enough to get the pill inside.
Once it's in there it's a little difficult to control it. But it went down surprisingly quickly. I had another syringe of Ensure.
Then I could taste Tylenol. I felt around with my tongue.
Oh shit.
It's stuck in my splint.
There is a little gap between the roof of my mouth and the top of my splint. Just big enough to jam a pill obviously.
"I have a problem over here," I announced through my clenched jaws.
I rushed into the bathroom with Brad on my heels. I'm at the point where I can take the elastics off my braces. I had to get the bands off so I could open my mouth a little wider and get the pill out.
Brad ended up in there with a headlamp. He grabbed this syringe from me and slowly worked it out with the tip.
It was a super tense moment and not funny at all at the time.
Afterwards, once we calmed down we started laughing. Look what happens the first time I try to take care of myself?!
We went and bought liquid Tylenol this morning.
1 comment:
I'm glad you are laughing at this in retrospect. (It is kind of funny.)
Yay for liquid tylenol! It'll be your gateway to independence.
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