So after a day or two of adventures with mushy foods, ice packs, Vicodin, throwing up forementioned mushy foods due to Vicodin-induced nausea, and deciding I never wanted to see another bowl of oatmeal in my life, I have discovered the Holy Grail of post-wisdom-teeth-extraction cuisine:
STUFFING.
Soft enough not to hurt, fatty enough to keep me from losing ten pounds in the next week, and most importantly it actually tastes like something. Mmmmm, taste. Fuck you oatmeal, I'm seeing someone else.
(Also, self, if you think you might be able to make it without the painkillers, going to bed without taking them is not a good way to test that out. You will be so goddamn sorry in the morning.)
STUFFING.
Soft enough not to hurt, fatty enough to keep me from losing ten pounds in the next week, and most importantly it actually tastes like something. Mmmmm, taste. Fuck you oatmeal, I'm seeing someone else.
(Also, self, if you think you might be able to make it without the painkillers, going to bed without taking them is not a good way to test that out. You will be so goddamn sorry in the morning.)