Lockjaw Diary, Day 3
Not being able to open my mouth wider than about an inch and a half since Saturday has taken its toll. I tire of drooling like Kirk Douglas after his stroke, and lisping like Carol Channing. I am comforted only by the fact that today I could bite tiny things with little discomfort. If I am still writing this diary by Day 7, my social agenda will certainly be lost, or at least in great peril.
Not being able to open my mouth wider than about an inch and a half since Saturday has taken its toll. I tire of drooling like Kirk Douglas after his stroke, and lisping like Carol Channing. I am comforted only by the fact that today I could bite tiny things with little discomfort. If I am still writing this diary by Day 7, my social agenda will certainly be lost, or at least in great peril.
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feel better.