Swallowing still hurts.
My eyes hurt.
Breathing is a little bit easier, so yay for that.
I like sleep. And also Popsicles. I'm having weird dreams. Not about Popsicles, though.
My cousin had shoulder surgery. Mom finally got the infection out of her shoulder surgery wound. Christmas dinner will be interesting.
My mom had students come over to clean our garage and set up our Christmas tree. She introduced me as "That's Mallory, with her throat slit," and has been calling me Frankenstein the rest of the day. I love it.
Also, for some reason, my ears keep popping like I'm on a landing plane. It's weird.
Good night.
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