For those who find this article on Google, I assure you it's not some emo rant about coming to grips with my inner self. Rather, the title is quite literal. Because my jaw has been essentially reshaped, I've had to relearn how to move my lips. Currently, when I try to smile, the right side of my face seems more responsive, resulting in a crooked grin with far too much gum.
In other words, I'm like a stroke victim.
To compensate, I actually have to force the left side of my face to "stretch," thus subconsciously giving the impression that I am actually smiling crooked. It's weird.
I've been spending too much time in front of the mirror lately. This is especially true while eating my daily meat gruel and rice slime. I use this time to practice opening my mouth and making sure that my bite is correct. I'm going to go see Dr. Surpure again on Wednesday to make sure that my jaw isn't getting screwed up by the rubber bands. If they are, I'll probably be placed back on the splint. And that, my friends, would be a dreadful nightmare.
In other news, I watched TMNT last night. It was fun but felt short. The main plot involving the mysterious billionaire acquiring statues and monsters felt more like a subplot that was tacked on and resolved with way too many coincidences and deus ex "for the win" buzzer beating finishes. Still, it shoud be enjoyable for both fans of the underground comic and the colorful kids' cartoon.
Mouth Opening Update:
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