I asked Dr. Li what NOT to do, since when the doctor tells you what you CAN do, they are usually also saying “don’t do anything stupid. Here’s a guideline.” I don’t know as they operate under the premise that their patients are stupid to begin with, so I just cut to the chase and ask what would SUCK if I did it. His answer last meeting was:
Don’t let Courtland hit you above the neck.
Don’t talk too much.
Brush your teeth.
I was good about two of them…but I do believe I should have asked him what his definition of “too much” is. I mean, I talk A LOT on a regular basis (pre surgery of course) so not talking a lot for me might mean not narrating every step of my life, but maybe every other step. I don’t know. I think he may have meant I should talk even LESS than what I, Shelby of the Gab considers to be “not very much”. Long winded (as per me) story condensed a smidge: I talked too much today. My jaw is in rebellion where it spontaneously jars itself off center just to get me to yelp a little. I am considering reinstalling the bite plate a little early ce soir so give my jaw a little more stability…or I could bust out the tights again (I’m so fashion forward…soon the world will wear tights on their heads!). So…I need to shut up…and no more laughing!!!! Roger Roger
Lesson learned?
Don’t quote me.
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