Day 20

One day away from being three weeks post-op. I thought it would never come, and yet it has. Went to see the dermatologist today. He’s the older brother of a family friend. I hate going to the derma because I feel like their jobs are pretty much useless. They just prescribe you some medication and say, “Let’s see how this works out. Come back in __ weeks and we’ll discuss your progress.” If I had to be a doctor, I’d be a derma because you don’t do anything. You don't even touch the patient's face! You just look and then pull out your prescription pad. It’s a pretty sweet gig with an extensive salary.

Because of the swelling in my cheeks, I forbade them to touch my face. Otherwise, I would’ve gone through another very painful session of them popping all of my pimples. Gross.

There’s not that much change except that I can open my mouth a bit wider everyday, or at least I think I can. I also think I can bring out my lower jaw a little further than yesterday. For dinner mom made a curry porridge, which didn’t look that great but tasted fine. Also ate this chicken salad mush before eating another pancake for dessert. We have a can of baked beans that I would love to devour but we don’t have can opener. I’m also clueless as to where to get one. It’s truly the simple things in life you miss the most.