Post op day five - getting some nice color around the incision. Swelling has gone down marginally. If you looked at this sucker as much as I do, you’d be able to tell. Wider range of motion today, though I notice it becomes a little more inflexible as the day goes by.
Post op day three- bit of bleeding last night. Getting liberal with my sleeping positions which is good for sleep, bad for stitches. More swollen today, but that’s to be expected. Stitches out Monday. Taking today and tomorrow off work, just not in fighting condition. Hopefully the weekend sees me back in some kind of routine.
Post op day two. Surgery was Monday morning. It’s Wednesday evening. I have a pretty well defined jaw line which isn’t visible here due to swelling. Docs moved the smc muscle to spare me a dent where a golf ball sized parotid tumor was removed. Hopefully it all evens out in a few weeks. The asymmetry will trip me out if not. No ice or heat. Just letting it do it’s own thing. No drainage tube. Got away without one luckily- one less scar to deal with
Meet my homework buddy. Bacon is a two year old “normal” corn snake. He doesn’t get me chocolate on Valentine’s Day, but he knows how to cuddle.
Let me take you on a journey through Foster the People’s Broken Jaw. I’ll preface this post by saying that I wasn’t a fan of FTP before. Now that their 2011 album Torches has received my full attention, I feel like the radio singles were an exaggeration of FTP’s true sound. Broken Jaw single-handedly changed my perception of this band from “it was…okay,” sappy synth melodies like Helena Beat and the ubiquitous summer 2011 track Pumped up Kicks to tracks with true character, legit indie/pop beats like Don’t Stop, Life on the Nickel and my current jam, Broken Jaw, which didn’t actually make it to the album, but paved the way for a closer look at FTP.
After a few signature “yea, yea”s, the sweet reggae bassline of BJ speaks to me in a way that only the love child of Swedish singer September and 311’s Nick Hexum only could. The best part of this song is the beautiful hook that gently leads us into a passionate ending that sounds like a completely different song. I have a thing for male singing voices and Mark Foster just made my want list. A perfect and engaging mix of falsetto, soft and stirringly strong mid tones make this track- as if it wasn’t incredible to being with. Best song on the album.
Hopefully the creative path that saw the creation of Broken Jaw becomes well traveled by FTP. You know… not in the repetitive way, though.
I don’t want to make this a giant facebook status update so I’ll spare readers the boring details and hopefully my posts aren’t few and far between because of that.
I’m a public relations student in Halifax, NS. I graduated with a Bachelor of Science in ‘10. Unlike my B.Sc. (not to crap on my undergrad), I definitely see my PR advanced diploma taking me to an exciting career. I always said I wanted a job where I wear pencil skirts and Gucci heels. Not because that’s glamorous but because a job that requires that dress code says so much about the work.
So here I sit, browsing Beyond the Rack, looking for a steal on D&G, Chole and Via Spiga, considering my career options and fabulous, future wardrobe while neglecting a heavy “to do” list taped to my desk. In fact, I keep catching my sleeve its a tattered corner. It’s noteworthy that I while I keep glancing at the ominous list, I’m not actually doing anything to earn my heels.
Yes, heels must be earned. Work it, girl. No…. just work. As in…get back to work.