Oh, hey pals! The last time you heard from me was Fashion Friday, and I can assure you I don’t look like that right now ;) I’m 5 days out from my nasal surgery, and I’ve been sending my friends pics of my post-op, swollen, bruised face.  Because I just love them so much.  The swelling is finally going down, my bruises are turning yellow (gross), and I’m mobile now.  This is still a pain in my ass though, don’t get me wrong.  Dissovable packing means I can’t swallow, can’t taste, can’t eat crunchy, solid foods.  Sounds fun, right?

Most people are asking me – why did you get this done in the summer?! Well, for 2 big reasons.  1: Work is slowest in the summer, so people barely notice I’m gone (wait, would you notice anyway?) and 2: There is no way in hell I would be able to stay cooped up in a house for 7 days in the dead of winter.  I’m a New Yorker, people.  That kind of stuff drives me insane.

Nope, instead, I’m living the blissful (uh, minus the pain and aggravation), work-free life at my mom’s gorgeous house in Connecticut.

On day 3 I put a bathing suit on and a huge floppy hat to cover my face, ventured outside, and had some “green juice”

 I’ve basically been living off of this stuff and Chobani for the last few days.  Not the most ideal diet, however its all I can really get down right now.  I tried to have pasta last night and nearly choked to death.

At one point I was so bored that I spent a good half hour on Pinterest trying to figure out what kind of wedding I want.  Beach wedding, vineyard wedding..? Let me point out that I do not have a boyfriend, let alone a fiancé.

Recovery bed where I am making a dent in my list of “Recovery Movies”.  On the list: Mean Girls, Clueless, Harry Potter 7pt2, Fast Times at Ridgemont High, 27 Dresses, SATC…Hairspray and How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days were on TV..winners.  Obviously chick flicks are the name of the recovery game.

And lastly, this morning.. Along with my millionth Chobani..a big mug of coffee.  I can’t taste it, no, but I have a rip-roaring headache that I know is obviously from the impact of a broken bone in the middle of my face (!), but I also wonder if it has to do with the fact that I’m 5 days coffee-free! I don’t like it guys, I just don’t like it.

What sucks the most about this post-surgery life is the fact that I am so weak and tired all the time from barely eating.  As someone who is obsessed with food , not having an appetite and not being able to eat a lot scares the crap out of me.  I know it’s from the pain meds, but still! On the bright side, I’m slimming down fast, and maybe when I’m back to normal I’ll have better control over my eating habits instead of scarfing down food like a football player.  Here’s hoping :)

Have a good day.

Xo,

Ava