I have Bell’s Palsy: Part 2, How Glamorous is it?
It doesn’t look like much, since you can’t tell how hard I’m trying to do the action described, but here’s my mug:
Sexy, no? Between the dry eye that I can’t close (and need to use my hand to push the eyelid down to blink), the slurred lisping speech, and my grimace…
I survived a Christmas party with fellow residents tonight. I perserverated a bit on my intermittently disfigured face – it’s kind of embarrassing but we came up with some good jokes.We came to the conclusion that I need an eye-patch to wear to work. Given my profession, the most appropriate would be one like Elle Driver (California Mountain Snake) in Kill Bill. Yah, I’m certainly no Daryl Hannah, and I definitely can’t whistle since I can’t purse my lips… but ? Could be a good laugh at work.
At the party, I couldn’t eat all the goodies but theoretically prednisone will make me eat like a Rancor just in time for the holiday butter-laden scrumptiousness. I also thought using a straw would be a good idea, but it turns out I can’t actually use it. So I just kind of slowly drink out of the side of my mouth. And try not to spill all over myself – a phenomenom practised with my ill-chosen lunch of soup, today.