I wrote this on Monday, when it was much more relevant:
Dear Left Side of My Mouth,
My faithful companion through thick and thin, thank you for healing so quickly. You would think your errant sibling, Right Side, would learn something from your example. Calm and strong you are. Painless and peaceful. Yes, you have a large yellow bruise, but you were kind enough to not put any tenderness behind that bruise. You knew that I could handle the indignity of an aesthetic mar better than I could handle pain of any sort, and so you chose the lesser of two evils. You will be rewarded for your kindness.
Right Side of My Mouth, I'm cutting you out of the will.
I think the right side wised up, though, cuz it feels 100% better. No more pain! Yay! Also yay for no more painkillers! (Though I have to say, Percocet was kind of fun...) I still can't smile right, or move the right side of my lip out of the way in order to not bite it, but I'm confident that'll heal soon. I can press my lips together, which I couldn't do on Monday, so that's good. I'll have to post a picture of my crooked smile, though. It made Becky and John laugh raucously.