Last Saturday, I had my 3 wisdom removed. Just three, the fourth decided to not exist. My procedure was a straight forward extraction, no digging required. This still meant eating only “soft foods” for the past 3 days which included a lot of apple sauce, turnip cake and chicken broth.
While I’ve been loving the results on the scale; I am so sick of baby food. It’s a reminder of how important texture is in a dish. I miss the crunch of biting into something or being able to chew an al dente noodle. I don’t know how babies do it. The first bowl of pureed carrots is pretty good, the second one however…was disgusting. It might be awhile before I’m able to eat carrots again.
To survive, I’ve tried to eat different foods everyday for dinner. Last night was a wintermelon soup and the night before was udon noodles (that’s soft right?). At least I’ve had an excuse to have a daily dose of ice cream.
This morning, I managed to drop my antibiotics in the elevator at work. I spent a good ten minutes trying to call back that one elevator out of the eight in our building with no luck. Thankfully someone found them and turned them into an admin. Phew. I am not cut out to be a good patient.
Good thing I should heal just in time for Winterlicious and Poutine Week, because I do plan my life around food.