All I want to do is chew something. In the past five days of eating soft food I've determined that chewing is essential to feeling full. And happiness.
I want to eat chicken or pizza or SOMETHING THAT'S NOT PUDDING.
I thought I'd be feeling much better by now, but I'm not. And I'm going a little bit stir crazy from being in the house since Tuesday. I've been trying to keep myself busy (vacuuming, cleaning my room and bathroom, going through all my clothes, painting my nails, watching a lot of movies) but I think it's time to go outside. Even if it's only to go to the grocery store and pick up more soft foods...because that's all I can swallow.
Oy.
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