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So the night before easter I got attacked by a huge half-bear, half-lion named Jesse. After the ER visit, novocaine, 6 stitches, and tetanus shot, the biggest tole this has taken has been on my self-confidence. This picture was just after it happened so the swelling was still minimal here, but my mouth easily got to the size of a double stuffed oreo. I know I shouldn’t feel sorry for myself as there are far more worse facial injuries and disfigurations, but through the process of drinking through straws and eating everything on a spoon I may have taken a chunk out of my already quite low reserves of self worth and confidence. The doc said I may end up with a crooked lip line and a sweet battle-scar to match. At least I learned next time I put my best face forward, it probably wont be toward a growling chihuahua:[