I am glad to see venting. I do it every other day, it seems. I told someone once that one day I am so happy to be alive no matter that I cannot eat hardly anything that has to be chewed and have trouble speaking ( and used to be a public speaker). Then I have days where I am so mad at my surgeons for getting me into this predicament and "dropping me off" to live with it. They just say "you will just have to live with it". I am humbled one day and ready to fight back the next. So many emotions go through our heads that we just don't need the critics all the time. Does it ever stop, the going back and forth?
Debbie