Monday morning I awoke to sunlight streaming through the windows As daylight savings had occurred I instantly knew something was up as it should have been dark. I jumped out of bed and saw that it was 8:11. Did I mention that I'm supposed to be to work at 8? I got ready in lightning speed and rushed out the door. I was very pleased when I managed to clock in at 8:34, but upon settling I realized I had forgotten all my food. Already starving I knew it was going to a long wait until lunchtime.
I didn't have time to get food on my lunch break that day (ironic I know), and ran to Subway when I had the chance that day around 2. The kind man at the counter asked if I'd like any sauce on it. Thinking a little ranch would taste good, I asked him to put a tiny bit on. He shook the bottle, squeezed it, and SPLAT a huge mound of ranch is now on the sandwich. Before I could stop him he shakes his head, squeezes again, and sent another huge mound of ranch onto my sandwich. Not having much time, I just paid for the sandwich and left.
When I arrived back at work, I went to take the first bite and found, to my dismay, that I couldn't fit my mouth over my sandwich. Now might be the time to mention that my jaw hadn't been able to open for about 3 weeks, due to a joint issue. Being completely famished, I just started to basically shove the sandwich in my mouth without caring if I got it all over my face. Had any one seen me and commented I probably would have gone all Chris Farley on them.
But for real, I would have. The sandwich was quite gross due to the obscene amount of ranch on it, but at least I was no longer close to blacking out. And on the bright side of things my jaw finally opened again yesterday! I've been shoving large bites of food in to my heart's content. You just don't appreciate the simple things like opening your mouth until you are unable to do so.