Day 2 I still couldn't believe how great I felt. I literally felt like poison was removed from my body. My throat pain and swelling increased. My tongue felt immobilized and like it wouldn't fit in my mouth. My ability to talk began to decrease. I continued to take my vicodin every 4 hours. I called it "a shot." I tried to eat jello and had a hard time getting it in my mouth and to go down. I felt I was constantly spitting and expecting blood or yellow mucus, but each time it was just spit. My tongue began to hurt so bad and I couldn't move it forward as the day went on. It didn't hurt too much to swallow water, but I had to consciously think about swallowing. I spent the day mostly waiting for the worst to come.
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