Sleepover At Stanford!

I meant it when I said the Gracefully Clunsy antics weren’t stopping.

Little known fact about me: I have been living with Sleep Apnea since... well, since I was born. My Sleep Apnea in particular comes from the fact that my lower jaw is inset and as a result I have a dangerously narrow airway. When I sleep the airway will collapse on itself.

This has been a work in progress for about seven years. Today I finally had my jaw expanded and therefore opening my airway and allowing me to breathe like a normal person!

So, in case you care, here are some stats and how I’m feeling:
-I actually didn’t know I had wisdom teeth until a few months ago, so those got taken out today as well
-My jaw is currently swollen and wired shut (a blessing to the people who think I talk too much, and trust me, it’s a significant number)
-When I swish and spit my medicine there is a lot of blood
-I’m actually not feeling a ton of pain right now, it’s mostly sore and annoying plus a bit of a sore throat
-I’m really tired right now
-It’ll be about a week or so longer of being wired shut
-It’ll be a month or so before any pain has subsided
-It’ll be about a year before the feeling in my chin comes back

I am so so happy that I finally had this procedure. Breathing and sleeping normally has been a challenge without it, and hopefully it’s been solved.

Tonight - because I had the double procedure - the hospital wants to keep an eye on me. So... it’s a sleepover at Stanford for me!

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