So let me tell you how my morning went. I woke up and wasn't feeling well. I started walking to my bathroom, got lightheaded and fell catching my the bottom side of my chin on a table corner.

I snapped awake with hands covered in blood and my daughter calling my mom. Long gross story short, I didn't need stitches but my chin was covered in scab powder, butterflied and bandaged.

I'm supposed to talk as little as possible, no kissing

and no solid food and use a straw for three days.

I'm really craving a burger and my tomato soup with soggy crackers isn't cutting it.