12 midnight: Motrin
9am: Vicodin and Amoxicillin
12 noon: Motrin
Plus some crazy mouth rinse, twice a day, which taste like $3 a gallon unleaded fuel. I should put that in my fuel tank and call it a day. I set alarms for all of these and have yet to miss one. I don’t want any trouble with the healing process. The stitches don’t come out for another 10 days.
I think I figured out what I look like. It’s not a blowfish; it’s a car. I look like a freakin’ car! What kind of car? A Chrysler 300. Ya know, one them sh*ts with the big ass grill in the front. Yeah, I got a big ass grill right now! To the casual observer I may not look like a car, but I “feel” like I look like a car.