I've noticed since I've been more or less fully healed that I've been having some issues breathing through my right nostril at night. I'm not certain if this could be blockage from an oddly healed section of my adenoids blocking my sinus or if something else was moved around. The only thing is, it's only been noticeable in the last two weeks, if not exceedingly annoying.
It's as if the entire rear just completely stops working. My eye waters up, right nostril just fails. This only happens at night.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Smooth Sailing
Definitely on the mend. Some key points to note:
-The caverns still get frothy, but they're pretty much all pink now with a little yellowish/white residue from the scabs.
-Yawning doesn't hurt nearly as bad, more or less it's just the slightest twinge unless it's a really heavy yawn.
-Breathing normal.
-Uvula has been 'displaced', it's situated a little more to the left than it had been before.
-I am assuming it's just skin/mouth tissue growing in place of where the tonsils use to be. I am hoping it's not the tonsils growing back. I would be very displeased.
-I didn't wake with a dry mouth or throat this morning. The last several mornings were miserable to wake up from.
-Learning to swallow is both annoying and funny. There's nothing more ridiculous than going out on a dinner date and both my husband and I are choking to death on our food. He's been sick, so if he coughs at the wrong time while eating he'll tickle his throat and choke on food. Me, it's just the 6-7 attempts to swallow food before choking on it myself. We at least look at these experiences positively.
-No ear aches, but am having to pop my ears in the car more often.
-No throat pain or discomfort from the tonsillectomy/adenoidectomy. No itchiness from stones. It's wonderful.
-Sneezing is fun!
-So far, 3 weeks in, I am saying the procedure was well worth the discomfort. Again, I'll keep everyone updated from time to time.
-The caverns still get frothy, but they're pretty much all pink now with a little yellowish/white residue from the scabs.
-Yawning doesn't hurt nearly as bad, more or less it's just the slightest twinge unless it's a really heavy yawn.
-Breathing normal.
-Uvula has been 'displaced', it's situated a little more to the left than it had been before.
-I am assuming it's just skin/mouth tissue growing in place of where the tonsils use to be. I am hoping it's not the tonsils growing back. I would be very displeased.
-I didn't wake with a dry mouth or throat this morning. The last several mornings were miserable to wake up from.
-Learning to swallow is both annoying and funny. There's nothing more ridiculous than going out on a dinner date and both my husband and I are choking to death on our food. He's been sick, so if he coughs at the wrong time while eating he'll tickle his throat and choke on food. Me, it's just the 6-7 attempts to swallow food before choking on it myself. We at least look at these experiences positively.
-No ear aches, but am having to pop my ears in the car more often.
-No throat pain or discomfort from the tonsillectomy/adenoidectomy. No itchiness from stones. It's wonderful.
-Sneezing is fun!
-So far, 3 weeks in, I am saying the procedure was well worth the discomfort. Again, I'll keep everyone updated from time to time.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
No news is good news?
I haven't been updating as often, but that's a good thing! I'm doing great on day 16(?).
The last few days I only have a mild constant headache and sore throat (though today I have been headache and sore throat free).
Today I made myself chicken, potatoes and carrots for lunch. Solid meat, dark meat especially, was wonderful. Slightly crunchy potatoes were delicious :) And now some ramen.
Tonight, we cook more chicken. And green beans. And more potatoes.
Greg is still sick, but he's not as bad as the other day. Seems a cold is going around and because of his immune system being comp'd from the surgery he managed to catch it. I'm taking vitamin C chewables our friend brought over.
I'm pretty much off the percocet, still weening myself to very small doses once a day. I'm sure in another few days I will be off it completely, thank goodness.
Tonsils are still foamy and healing but there's no pain, no itchiness, no discomfort at all today, not even in my ears. I feel much much better. There are still scabs and the "death breath" will haunt me for a few weeks more. But after that I should be done with all of that!
I also want to say that I will continue to keep up with this blog well after the 6 week mark when the bad breath is suppose to go away. I want to see whether it disappears entirely, and make certain I don't have any regrowth of tonsil tissue. All I know, is that today, with no pain or anything, I feel amazing (aside from general fatigue) and so far feel the last two and some weeks have been absolutely worth it.
The last few days I only have a mild constant headache and sore throat (though today I have been headache and sore throat free).
Today I made myself chicken, potatoes and carrots for lunch. Solid meat, dark meat especially, was wonderful. Slightly crunchy potatoes were delicious :) And now some ramen.
Tonight, we cook more chicken. And green beans. And more potatoes.
Greg is still sick, but he's not as bad as the other day. Seems a cold is going around and because of his immune system being comp'd from the surgery he managed to catch it. I'm taking vitamin C chewables our friend brought over.
I'm pretty much off the percocet, still weening myself to very small doses once a day. I'm sure in another few days I will be off it completely, thank goodness.
Tonsils are still foamy and healing but there's no pain, no itchiness, no discomfort at all today, not even in my ears. I feel much much better. There are still scabs and the "death breath" will haunt me for a few weeks more. But after that I should be done with all of that!
I also want to say that I will continue to keep up with this blog well after the 6 week mark when the bad breath is suppose to go away. I want to see whether it disappears entirely, and make certain I don't have any regrowth of tonsil tissue. All I know, is that today, with no pain or anything, I feel amazing (aside from general fatigue) and so far feel the last two and some weeks have been absolutely worth it.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Days 13 & 14? Good eats!
Day 13: I had a sore throat most of the day. In the evening a friend of mine and I went to a local restaurant called "The Noodle Bowl" which not only has some damn delicious food, but great service and I at this point consider the owners family. They are very amazing people. So, for the first time in two weeks, I ate pho, with beef flank, and it was so fantastic. I had the happiest grin on my face :3 And I ate ALL of it.
Day 14: I had a job interview this morning at 9am. My husband woke at 5am with chills and a temperature of 99. I decided if the fever went up he wasn't going to work. So 7:15am rolled around, I had him check his temperature again and it had risen to 101. I decided he was going to stay home from work and I demanded it in all seriousness considering he has a bad habit of going to work when he doesn't feel well. He did take me to my interview, which went well, and slept in the car for 20 minutes. When we got home, checked temp again, and it had dropped a little.
On the way home he had thanked me for basically telling him he had no choice in the matter, and I explained that if I had called my friend, John, to take me I'd have also taken the car keys. So in reality, he had only one option anyway and that was to stay home like I said.
While he napped another friend came by to spend some time with me, which was fun! We started watching the travel channel which was going on about hotdogs. The cravings hit! Since neither of us drive and my husband was required by me to sleep and rest, we took an awesome walk to a small grocery store about 12 blocks up. This was the first LONG walk I've had, and it was fantastic. Not to mention my throat was doing pretty great without percocet since 5am. We picked up some sausage dogs, came back home, ate and watched tv while we chit-chatted.
Eventually Greg got up and I have him check his temperature frequently to see where he's at. We're uncertain whether he's having withdrawal from the percocet or what, but if it doesn't clear up by tomorrow he's going to the doctor. I made him rest and drink water all day, so that's probably helped.
At this point I can talk pretty well for a decent period of time with little soreness, but, this evening I am having a constant sore throat which of course is just wearing me out. It's not bad, in fact it's really minor, kind of like having a dull headache.
I couldn't really figure out what to fix for dinner especially after two failed attempts with spaghetti (the goat cheese went bad :C ), the clam chowder wouldn't cool down after even a freakin hour, so I am eating oatmeal.
Basically I'm at the end of my two weeks and doing fantastic.
Day 14: I had a job interview this morning at 9am. My husband woke at 5am with chills and a temperature of 99. I decided if the fever went up he wasn't going to work. So 7:15am rolled around, I had him check his temperature again and it had risen to 101. I decided he was going to stay home from work and I demanded it in all seriousness considering he has a bad habit of going to work when he doesn't feel well. He did take me to my interview, which went well, and slept in the car for 20 minutes. When we got home, checked temp again, and it had dropped a little.
On the way home he had thanked me for basically telling him he had no choice in the matter, and I explained that if I had called my friend, John, to take me I'd have also taken the car keys. So in reality, he had only one option anyway and that was to stay home like I said.
While he napped another friend came by to spend some time with me, which was fun! We started watching the travel channel which was going on about hotdogs. The cravings hit! Since neither of us drive and my husband was required by me to sleep and rest, we took an awesome walk to a small grocery store about 12 blocks up. This was the first LONG walk I've had, and it was fantastic. Not to mention my throat was doing pretty great without percocet since 5am. We picked up some sausage dogs, came back home, ate and watched tv while we chit-chatted.
Eventually Greg got up and I have him check his temperature frequently to see where he's at. We're uncertain whether he's having withdrawal from the percocet or what, but if it doesn't clear up by tomorrow he's going to the doctor. I made him rest and drink water all day, so that's probably helped.
At this point I can talk pretty well for a decent period of time with little soreness, but, this evening I am having a constant sore throat which of course is just wearing me out. It's not bad, in fact it's really minor, kind of like having a dull headache.
I couldn't really figure out what to fix for dinner especially after two failed attempts with spaghetti (the goat cheese went bad :C ), the clam chowder wouldn't cool down after even a freakin hour, so I am eating oatmeal.
Basically I'm at the end of my two weeks and doing fantastic.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Day 12: Naptime
I didn't sleep well last night so I ended up taking a nap for several hours today. Felt good.
Throat is looking much better, seeing new skin as the scabs slowly deteriorate and slough away. Because it's new skin, it dries quickly so I have to drink water or tea more often. It does feel a lot better and talking is more frequent/normal, but my throat will still get sore pretty quickly.
It feels like forever since the surgery but things are definitely getting better and I almost feel normal. Normal will be, of course, when I can eat a steak and chips.
I would also REALLY love to sleep on my side or flat on my back.
Throat is looking much better, seeing new skin as the scabs slowly deteriorate and slough away. Because it's new skin, it dries quickly so I have to drink water or tea more often. It does feel a lot better and talking is more frequent/normal, but my throat will still get sore pretty quickly.
It feels like forever since the surgery but things are definitely getting better and I almost feel normal. Normal will be, of course, when I can eat a steak and chips.
I would also REALLY love to sleep on my side or flat on my back.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Day 11: Stop Yawning!
This is the point where the scabs will start falling off, and truth be told, it SUCKS. Your body has this weird thing where it makes certain those scabs WILL COME OFF whether you want it or not and to do that, you yawn. And yawn, and yawwn, and boy does it hurt.
What's aggravating to me is how badly I feel like I need to blow my nose, as if there's a glob of really sticky snot in the waayy distant reaches of my sinus'. I'm going to bet it isn't snot and it's really just a gross scab sitting there, in the way, like a massive snotglob, laughing as I make the grossest face ever.
I won't doubt I will be drinking lots of ice water today. Damnit, I want food! >:C
Edit: Interesting note to make: The tonsil holes are frothy o_0
Weight: 101 lbs
What's aggravating to me is how badly I feel like I need to blow my nose, as if there's a glob of really sticky snot in the waayy distant reaches of my sinus'. I'm going to bet it isn't snot and it's really just a gross scab sitting there, in the way, like a massive snotglob, laughing as I make the grossest face ever.
I won't doubt I will be drinking lots of ice water today. Damnit, I want food! >:C
Edit: Interesting note to make: The tonsil holes are frothy o_0
Weight: 101 lbs
Friday, January 14, 2011
Day 10: Breakthrough
But not the fun kind! Had a scab loosen and a rush of bleeding. I took immediate action with really cold ice water and it stopped within a few minutes. My husband said it looks like I have a second uvula in my tonsil hole..gross.
So I sent him to our friends house to get a bag full of crushed ice for future breakthroughs which I am sure I'll have. I just hope not while I sleep...
So I sent him to our friends house to get a bag full of crushed ice for future breakthroughs which I am sure I'll have. I just hope not while I sleep...
Day 10: Food!
I had a bowl of spaghetti and alfredo sauce last night for dinner. It was fantastic to chew and swallow a glob of solid food.
I can't wait for that lobster. I will end it.
The only downside to trying real food is it does make my throat sore afterwards. So all last night was kind of miserable with one instance of needing two doses of pain killer, but that's because I forgot to wake up and drink water to keep my mouth from drying out. Excrutiatingly painful.
I can't wait for that lobster. I will end it.
The only downside to trying real food is it does make my throat sore afterwards. So all last night was kind of miserable with one instance of needing two doses of pain killer, but that's because I forgot to wake up and drink water to keep my mouth from drying out. Excrutiatingly painful.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Day 9: Spaghetti alfredo!
Today pretty much went off without a hitch. I've had a mild soreness in my throat all day, slept well overnight and really didn't want to get out of bed because I wanted to sleep more.
My friends came by today at different intervals to "babysit" and hang out. It was wonderful, I've really appreciated all the company.
My husband had his appointment at the ENT to have the stints removed from his nose and, well, he can breathe and smell like a pro! It's an all new experience for him, and he'll have to make a post here to tell you about it.
The ENT looked at my throat, said I was doing great for being on day 9 and said the next 3 days will be tiring for me, but I'm nearing the end of my misery.
For dinner, I am eating spaghetti with alfredo sauce. It is heaven. I am so happy. There's nothing to explain how much joy erupted from me being when I swallowed the first bite. :3
Pain: 1-ish, more or less a sore throat all day.
My friends came by today at different intervals to "babysit" and hang out. It was wonderful, I've really appreciated all the company.
My husband had his appointment at the ENT to have the stints removed from his nose and, well, he can breathe and smell like a pro! It's an all new experience for him, and he'll have to make a post here to tell you about it.
The ENT looked at my throat, said I was doing great for being on day 9 and said the next 3 days will be tiring for me, but I'm nearing the end of my misery.
For dinner, I am eating spaghetti with alfredo sauce. It is heaven. I am so happy. There's nothing to explain how much joy erupted from me being when I swallowed the first bite. :3
Pain: 1-ish, more or less a sore throat all day.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Day 8: Part Two
So after this morning's drama, I'm feeling REALLY great! Also turns out I do not have thrush, according to the office lady at the ENT. She stated that everyone about this time gets the "white mouth syndrome" where the tongue gains an interesting white coat on it. As long as it doesn't start to spread away in flecks all over the rest of my mouth, I'm good to go.
I've been eating all the yogurt my college friend brought me today, and I've even been eating slightly chunky egg drop soup! She made normal EDS for me, but I wanted more egg and I was too hungry to wait and do it right, so I added an egg into the soup, stirred it a bit, cooked it in the microwave, and stirred it up again. I'm loving it! The yogurt is a nice change of pace for sure and feels good and "solid". Chewing the egg in the EDS also helps feel like I'm really eating food.
I've been talking, and the talking feels almost normal. It feels good.
On an odd note of discovery: I've been watching Travel Channel with all the food shows and strangely enough, it's been keeping me sane. I mentally pretend I am enjoying all that good stuff, somehow it works.
Another plus is that I get a refill on my percocet, I am sooo glad. I am about to run out and it seems now that nights are worst for random acts of violence in my throat. I have about two runs left on my current bottle. I don't have to freak out now worrying about having to crush my tramadol for relief. My tramadol is specifically for my dysmenorrhea x_x
The left tonsil hole is fine. The right side is a bit more tender and easily irritated.
I've been eating all the yogurt my college friend brought me today, and I've even been eating slightly chunky egg drop soup! She made normal EDS for me, but I wanted more egg and I was too hungry to wait and do it right, so I added an egg into the soup, stirred it a bit, cooked it in the microwave, and stirred it up again. I'm loving it! The yogurt is a nice change of pace for sure and feels good and "solid". Chewing the egg in the EDS also helps feel like I'm really eating food.
I've been talking, and the talking feels almost normal. It feels good.
On an odd note of discovery: I've been watching Travel Channel with all the food shows and strangely enough, it's been keeping me sane. I mentally pretend I am enjoying all that good stuff, somehow it works.
Another plus is that I get a refill on my percocet, I am sooo glad. I am about to run out and it seems now that nights are worst for random acts of violence in my throat. I have about two runs left on my current bottle. I don't have to freak out now worrying about having to crush my tramadol for relief. My tramadol is specifically for my dysmenorrhea x_x
The left tonsil hole is fine. The right side is a bit more tender and easily irritated.
Day 8: Not a great start
I've woken up twice this morning in a row with those awful pinpointed ice pick headaches. Not to mention I also think I have Thrush due to the antibiotics. WOW FUN TIMES? Not really, it's absolutely gross.
White lumpy film on tongue? Check
Yellowish curdiness in tonsil hole? Check
Gross as all get out? Check, Check, CHECK!
I also had a dream that I was pulling the scabs out of my throat and came close to puking into a sink over it in the dream itself. I wonder if I would have actually woken up and vomited... That would have sucked.
Aside from the very high possibility of thrush, that was the only pain I ended up with.
Oh, and the damn cat puked all over the couch. I am not enjoying this morning. At all.
White lumpy film on tongue? Check
Yellowish curdiness in tonsil hole? Check
Gross as all get out? Check, Check, CHECK!
I also had a dream that I was pulling the scabs out of my throat and came close to puking into a sink over it in the dream itself. I wonder if I would have actually woken up and vomited... That would have sucked.
Aside from the very high possibility of thrush, that was the only pain I ended up with.
Oh, and the damn cat puked all over the couch. I am not enjoying this morning. At all.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Days 6-7: Good Gravy
Day 6:
After three nights in a row of having a food breakdown, my husband bought me some KFC mashed potatoes and gravy. The potatoes felt like I was swallowing sand particle sized pieces of glass, even when they were watered down. They would get stuck in the tonsil holes. So I moved onto the gravy, which was awesome. And I pretty much devoured most of it.
I required two instances of a full 2 teaspoons of pain killers. I also ended up taking a suppository to kill the nausea. It's worth the personal embarrassment.
Day 7:
Woke up in severe, lever 8 pain again. Though I think it may have really peaked to a level 9. It's because I ended up sleeping for almost 4 full hours without waking up to drink anything. So another full dose of percocet. I wanted to claw my throat out. I wanted to cry- so instead I sat there and rocked myself back to sleep in the bed while my husband rubbed my back. I know I only have another few days of this and in the end it's worth it all, but good god.
Pain consistency: 2-4
Spikes: 6-8
Weight: 100 lbs
After three nights in a row of having a food breakdown, my husband bought me some KFC mashed potatoes and gravy. The potatoes felt like I was swallowing sand particle sized pieces of glass, even when they were watered down. They would get stuck in the tonsil holes. So I moved onto the gravy, which was awesome. And I pretty much devoured most of it.
I required two instances of a full 2 teaspoons of pain killers. I also ended up taking a suppository to kill the nausea. It's worth the personal embarrassment.
Day 7:
Woke up in severe, lever 8 pain again. Though I think it may have really peaked to a level 9. It's because I ended up sleeping for almost 4 full hours without waking up to drink anything. So another full dose of percocet. I wanted to claw my throat out. I wanted to cry- so instead I sat there and rocked myself back to sleep in the bed while my husband rubbed my back. I know I only have another few days of this and in the end it's worth it all, but good god.
Pain consistency: 2-4
Spikes: 6-8
Weight: 100 lbs
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Bloody Scab
I've ended up with an area on my right tonsil scab which is a little bloody. It doesn't look like it's been doing anything except for possibly oozing a bit, then clotting. No idea. I have an idea on how it happened/started but I'm hoping it doesn't do anything further. Last thing I want is to have to go back in to get that sucker re-cauterized. :/
Going to take my pain killers and go to bed early. I expect to wake up at some point with some "aw hell naw" pain, I'll guess it might register 8+.
I've been up pretty much since noon, had a short nap, but not long enough to be comfy. My one concern is how low my percocet is getting...I'm wondering whether the possibility is there to get it refilled.
Going to take my pain killers and go to bed early. I expect to wake up at some point with some "aw hell naw" pain, I'll guess it might register 8+.
I've been up pretty much since noon, had a short nap, but not long enough to be comfy. My one concern is how low my percocet is getting...I'm wondering whether the possibility is there to get it refilled.
Day 5: A Sad Shower
I had a bit of a breakdown and cried in the shower. I've been living on pretty much cold or freezing foods for the last 5 days with only a few times of having lukewarm or warm teas and chicken broth and I can't deal with it anymore. I asked Greg to make some miso soup for me, so I have something to chew on and is warm. Good idea, bad idea. But I don't care about the fact that it kinda hurts to swallow the pieces. I really don't. It tastes good, and I took some percocet to help drown the pain away.
You don't realize just how important real food is until you don't have it to keep you healthy. My weight has dropped to 100 pounds. My stomach hates me. My body is revolting (as in fighting me tooth and nail) against all the liquids.
Our friends stopped by today to see us, which made me so happy. I tried to talk some but it did feel uncomfortable. We talked about things going on at Greg's work, how woman had to take friday off because she wasn't feeling well, and how when I can finally have real food we will all go out to dinner somewhere, my choice. I'm stuck between a damn good steak at Longhorn, or a 2 pound lobster from RedLobster.
I will eat the hell out of all my favorite foods and even some of my not so favorites.
I want a goddamned linked sausage. I want a hotdog. I want brussel sprouts and cooked carrots. Buttered green beans, pork chops, I want chicken tikka masala. I want a freakin burrito and a piece of greasy, crunchy, KFC. Oh, and I seriously want some sushi like no ones business.
My good friend / college roomie will drop by tomorrow to spend time with me and bring some delicious eggdrop soup.
I am in the minority of people with an extremely high metabolism who have spent years trying to gain weight, so losing this weight is very depressing for me. I can't wait to get back to a better eating schedule again, maybe I'll finally make my goal of 115-120.
You don't realize just how important real food is until you don't have it to keep you healthy. My weight has dropped to 100 pounds. My stomach hates me. My body is revolting (as in fighting me tooth and nail) against all the liquids.
Our friends stopped by today to see us, which made me so happy. I tried to talk some but it did feel uncomfortable. We talked about things going on at Greg's work, how woman had to take friday off because she wasn't feeling well, and how when I can finally have real food we will all go out to dinner somewhere, my choice. I'm stuck between a damn good steak at Longhorn, or a 2 pound lobster from RedLobster.
I will eat the hell out of all my favorite foods and even some of my not so favorites.
I want a goddamned linked sausage. I want a hotdog. I want brussel sprouts and cooked carrots. Buttered green beans, pork chops, I want chicken tikka masala. I want a freakin burrito and a piece of greasy, crunchy, KFC. Oh, and I seriously want some sushi like no ones business.
My good friend / college roomie will drop by tomorrow to spend time with me and bring some delicious eggdrop soup.
I am in the minority of people with an extremely high metabolism who have spent years trying to gain weight, so losing this weight is very depressing for me. I can't wait to get back to a better eating schedule again, maybe I'll finally make my goal of 115-120.
Greg says: Ever so
slowly getting rid of the crap in my nose. It's like a Marry Poppins bag-O-snotbloodwftisthat.
Pressure is considerably less and I can actually 'breath' through my nose (which is about on par with what I could do before).
Pressure is considerably less and I can actually 'breath' through my nose (which is about on par with what I could do before).
Day 5: Hello Operator
Although it wasn't quite a 9, I did succeed at finding out what in gods name number 8 was. Woke up to a cough then searing pain from the scabs. I haven't looked in my mouth and honestly don't want to open it more than enough to push in water or sorbet.
Greg saved the day with pain meds and an ice pack. I am now down to a pain level of about 2-3. Tolerable compared to what I woke up to.
Greg saved the day with pain meds and an ice pack. I am now down to a pain level of about 2-3. Tolerable compared to what I woke up to.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Smiles and hot chocolate
For me, the rest of the day hasn't been too bad. I still had moments of feeling like someone ran my head over or beat my face with a shovel, but aside from that nothing else has been exceedingly off.
Our friend dropped by earlier this morning to check up on us and chit chat. It was nice to see smiles, get some laughs, and feel cheerful. I was able to talk for about 20 or so minutes, but then the pain killers kicked in and I had to zonk out on the couch with the husband.
My only concern was when my temperature spiked to about 98.8, but it didn't last too long. Oh, and the nasty flavor of slowly peeling scabs from my adenoids are kinda gross.
Greg on the other hand, he's had a bit of a tough day. He's been dealing with nausea spells and discomfort in his sinus', but like myself he's been sleeping off and on throughout the day.
I have my warm hot cocoa, and will soon be taking a nap.
Our friend dropped by earlier this morning to check up on us and chit chat. It was nice to see smiles, get some laughs, and feel cheerful. I was able to talk for about 20 or so minutes, but then the pain killers kicked in and I had to zonk out on the couch with the husband.
My only concern was when my temperature spiked to about 98.8, but it didn't last too long. Oh, and the nasty flavor of slowly peeling scabs from my adenoids are kinda gross.
Greg on the other hand, he's had a bit of a tough day. He's been dealing with nausea spells and discomfort in his sinus', but like myself he's been sleeping off and on throughout the day.
I have my warm hot cocoa, and will soon be taking a nap.
Day 4: Face Off
I love how it's every few sleep sessions I get one really REALLY bad one. Like right now, where I wake up to a coughing fit with congestion and a feeling as if someone had detached the front of my face and went to town on it with a baseball bat. Metal, baseball bat.
Happy camper I am not. My husband was lovely enough to get a new icepack for my neck, some ice for my water bottle (squeeze the bottle kids, don't suck! I learned this from the internet ahead of time), and my pain meds.
I think I was running along a possible level 5.6 -6 here. Creeping closer and closer into the "OH GOD NO" zone. I mean, my face feels beaten. I don't know how much more to expect with this.
The coughing up of phlegm certainly doesn't make it any more pleasant.
Also expect to be annoyingly gassy and that your inner plumbing will decide all on its own not to work as normal because like the rest of your body it's currently confused at its current state of WTF'ery. And expect "pooping" to be an unpleasant embarrassing task- you will not "poop". Remember, you've been ingesting LIQUIDS for 4 days. I'll leave that as it stands. It's frustratingly unpleasant.
To note a key point here, so far the percocet has done a good job at making me not feel completely miserable. I'm taking 1/2 dose every 2-2.5 hours now, it all depends on how badly I think I really need it. After learning what my stomach can take on "empty" since I can't constantly be eating anything. A full dose I'll puke up, so we refrain from attempting that at this point.
Thank you Greg for taking care of me when we are both in a state of discomfort. I couldn't move myself from the bed if I had to earlier. <3
Friday, January 7, 2011
Day 3: What's up Chuck?
Day 3 started out pretty gnarly. It turns out that all the delicious applejuice I had been drinking was just sitting in my stomach like concrete. I would know, because when I took my 6am dose of pain killers I felt trouble. About 6:45 I spilled it all, but I did so in such a classy way!
Poor Bob was sitting on my lap being mister Nanny Cat when I felt the room wobble. I sat up, gently moved him aside and proceeded to vomit all over the towel I had placed on my blankets JUST in case I did indeed hurl at some point or another. Boy, that felt both relieving and awful at once. My husband got up, tossed the towel, got me a small trashcan and another new towel. Probably a good 5 minutes ticked by, Bob had made himself back home on my lap and WHAMO! Chuck in the bucket! The looks I was given from him were of horrified concern and I seriously think there was some disgust in there. After all that I was done with puking up applejuice and water and throughout the rest of the morning Bob made it clear to me just how interesting the whole ordeal was. He didn't really shut up for a while. Hey, at least I gingerly moved him out of the way before pouring the contents of my stomach onto my own lap!
The rest of my day has been alright. Pain has spiked to a 5 in some cases and I've cut back my dose of percocet to ONE tsp every 2-3 hours and just tolerate the discomfort for a while or take a hit off of my numbing lolipop. Sherbert and pureed black beans have been helpful too.
My stomach is making all sorts of ridiculous noises and movements, I half believe its trying to get out of me and move elsewhere. The scabs in my throat are almost all whitish now, meaning I'll be in for a world of hurt here soon. OR if I have any saving luck at all it will just reach a high 6 and I'll be fine.
Weighed myself earlier today, don't care to do it right now: 107, but, that's with clothes and the icepack on. I'd say about 104 would be a more correct weight. 107 however is most appealing.
OH! And the icing on the cake: My scabs didn't break nor bleed at all. How thoughtful of them.
Poor Bob was sitting on my lap being mister Nanny Cat when I felt the room wobble. I sat up, gently moved him aside and proceeded to vomit all over the towel I had placed on my blankets JUST in case I did indeed hurl at some point or another. Boy, that felt both relieving and awful at once. My husband got up, tossed the towel, got me a small trashcan and another new towel. Probably a good 5 minutes ticked by, Bob had made himself back home on my lap and WHAMO! Chuck in the bucket! The looks I was given from him were of horrified concern and I seriously think there was some disgust in there. After all that I was done with puking up applejuice and water and throughout the rest of the morning Bob made it clear to me just how interesting the whole ordeal was. He didn't really shut up for a while. Hey, at least I gingerly moved him out of the way before pouring the contents of my stomach onto my own lap!
The rest of my day has been alright. Pain has spiked to a 5 in some cases and I've cut back my dose of percocet to ONE tsp every 2-3 hours and just tolerate the discomfort for a while or take a hit off of my numbing lolipop. Sherbert and pureed black beans have been helpful too.
My stomach is making all sorts of ridiculous noises and movements, I half believe its trying to get out of me and move elsewhere. The scabs in my throat are almost all whitish now, meaning I'll be in for a world of hurt here soon. OR if I have any saving luck at all it will just reach a high 6 and I'll be fine.
Weighed myself earlier today, don't care to do it right now: 107, but, that's with clothes and the icepack on. I'd say about 104 would be a more correct weight. 107 however is most appealing.
OH! And the icing on the cake: My scabs didn't break nor bleed at all. How thoughtful of them.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Greg says: gucky
So I learned today that the doctor wants me to flush my nose with this aerosol saline solution device. It's not the worst thing in the world but I've never felt anything do that in my nose before. It actually goes into my throat from my nose.
I tried to play Halo with my dad today...that didn't work so good on my part, to much motion, felt pretty sick.
Lil loopy.
I tried to play Halo with my dad today...that didn't work so good on my part, to much motion, felt pretty sick.
Lil loopy.
Day 2: Sleeping Beauties, Good food, Nurse Kitties
(That is a cold pack around my neck, it stays there to keep as much swelling down as possible)
Once I was finally able to get some sleep, I slept alright. Until I woke up after not having enough to drink and felt the burning rage of hell fill my throat, I know that's not the worst since I rated it about 4.5-5 on the scale of 1 to 10. We've both been napping off and on throughout today. I finally had my first hour long nap and it was fantastic! Woke up feeling fine.
Starting to cut my pain meds back to 3-3.5 hours though.
I've also been having coughing fits and hiccups, and those totally suck. The coughing is when I wake up and have a buildup of phlegm- but it feels good to get it out of my chest. I only have this tingly fear I'll cause my scabs to tear and bleed out all over the place. 9_9
Greg has been flushing his sinus'. First time I heard him in the bathroom I thought he was making friends with King John of Porcelain, but what I really heard was the sound of general discomfort of having to blast saline up his nose. Something he'd never experienced before. Currently his nasal cavities are full of clotted blood and all that mess.
Greg's mother has been making delicious food. My current FAVORITE is the entire chicken she cooked in a pot, I got to sip down so much chicken stock I felt in 7th heaven. Not to mention having some applesauce and banana baby food to boot. Lots of vegetable and fruit juice also.
On a final note, we have 4 cats, all of which I treat like family. They are my kids. Two of which have stayed in the bed with us this entire time unless they have needed to potty or eat. They come right back to keep watch over us. Bob and Genesis generally don't get along, but they seem to have come to an agreement that right now is a time to cooperate to make us feel better. They'll switch spots, share time, give me purrs and lay on me. Bob who is probably the mouthiest cat I've ever known has been exceptionally quiet and gentle and has really only made noises of concern for me. Especially if I wake up feeling cruddy. Genesis smashes herself into my chest or finds some way to be as close as possible to my head without touching my neck. Cats really do deserve more appreciation than they tend to get, I can't say how special it is to feel the love they give you.
I weighed myself today: I'm 105.6
This morning I tried yelling to Greg for something, and I was reminded of the Hyperbole & a Half Blog: "Party" . I literally sounded like a retard, "GREEEOORRGHH"
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Gregs new manstache, and I am a carrot
I never understood why I show up orange half the time on Photobooth. And good lord does liquid percocet kick quickly. I mean, holy cow, look at that angus baladi behind me! Yes, I once owned the best cow ever. I win the game FOREVER.
From 0 up
I'll rate my pain from level 1 (best) to 10 (worst). Currently I'm riding between 2 and 2.5, it's just the swelling that is a bit of a problem right at the moment and, I have another hour before my next dose of liquid percocet. I think this time I will up the dose to 1.5. They said for me to take 2 doses but it wasn't getting sore, and wasn't swelling. Depending on how I feel, I may kick it back to 1.5 doses every 3.5 hours, rather than 4.
I've been napping for the last hour and a half(?) off and on for thirty minutes at a time. Then, I wake up, drink some juice or beef broth, water, stretch my jaw and neck and go back to sleep for another twenty to thirty. I keep a pack of ice beneath my throat though it doesn't seem to be keeping the swelling down as much as I'd like. I mean, yeah, I DID just have organs removed so swelling and a little (for now) discomfort is to be expected. I don't want to think how I will be feeling two days away...
Another issue is I have some crud caught in my larynx that is really aggravating. I am constantly trying to clear it out because it tickles >:C Plus I have this one tiny spot in my nose that keeps stinging (dried out or something stupid). Oh, and my hand hurts where the needle went in for the IV.
Greg is sleeping.
And a note about this whole ordeal: If you're doin' it right, you're going to be peeing a lot. Every 20 minutes to every hour a lot. It all depends on how much you've been drinking your fluids and chewing ice.
Oh yeah, and hiccups SUCK.
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10:08pm, Pain has skyrocketted to about a 3.
I've been napping for the last hour and a half(?) off and on for thirty minutes at a time. Then, I wake up, drink some juice or beef broth, water, stretch my jaw and neck and go back to sleep for another twenty to thirty. I keep a pack of ice beneath my throat though it doesn't seem to be keeping the swelling down as much as I'd like. I mean, yeah, I DID just have organs removed so swelling and a little (for now) discomfort is to be expected. I don't want to think how I will be feeling two days away...
Another issue is I have some crud caught in my larynx that is really aggravating. I am constantly trying to clear it out because it tickles >:C Plus I have this one tiny spot in my nose that keeps stinging (dried out or something stupid). Oh, and my hand hurts where the needle went in for the IV.
Greg is sleeping.
And a note about this whole ordeal: If you're doin' it right, you're going to be peeing a lot. Every 20 minutes to every hour a lot. It all depends on how much you've been drinking your fluids and chewing ice.
Oh yeah, and hiccups SUCK.
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10:08pm, Pain has skyrocketted to about a 3.
Greg says: Sooo...?
When you breath through you mouth you also breath through you nose at the same time, without trying? I can feel the gauze of the nose mask getting 'sucked into' my nostrils...but I'm breathing through my mouth! Wha wha what!
Greg says:
- The pressure of the stupid half mask hurts more then the nose, but I need it to control the bleeding
- Have only taken a quarter of the pain pill so far to test for allergy
- Can already tell a difference with my breathing, especially in my upper nose
- Have lots of crap/blood in my nose =(
- Typing without looking at the screen yeilds lots of errors?...Looks...nope just my normal spelling disability.
- Have only taken a quarter of the pain pill so far to test for allergy
- Can already tell a difference with my breathing, especially in my upper nose
- Have lots of crap/blood in my nose =(
- Typing without looking at the screen yeilds lots of errors?...Looks...nope just my normal spelling disability.
I am home!
It's a start. I'm packing down ice and cold apple juice, trying to avoid talking (I really would rather not talk at all, but the ENT told me I should try to anyway to help keep the muscles working and my jaw from stiffening up). Back of my throat is actually the worst for now being a tad swollen, the area where my tonsils were aren't bothering me too much.
I am going to be straight forward in saying that I was worried sick, so they gave me anti-nausea and some relaxants. What a relief! I also feel like the only weirdo who likes being put under, then again I love to sleep anyway soooo, yeah.
Swallowing isn't difficult right now either, the only problem is the area leading up to my sinus' where my adenoids were. Just a bit swollen so it's an awkward feeling up there.
The doctors gave me a humidifier, percocet, antibiotics, and some awesome numbimg lolipops. 0_0 I'd like to figure out how to numb my throat rather than my tongue, lol. Art to come later. For the moment I will sit here with Genesis on my lap taking up space.
My husband didn't have any need for packing in his sinus which I am sure he will be thankful for! They did put a splint up there though to keep it all from rearranging. I hope it works out for him, the poor man hasn't been able to breathe out of his nose, and I mean this quite literally, since he was born. Even the ENT told me it was a disaster area in there, I'm not going to doubt it at all. Anyway, according to the ENT he should be able to breathe normally now. :3
I may take a short nap after I have my beef broth thanks to my wonderful mother. Watered down of course! She is an absolute blessing. <3
Lastly, WOOAAAH NELLIE! Look at those caverns! I could easily fit an orange slice in each. *whistles* I am amazed. No, I will not take photos (though being me, I'd find it fascinating...) but I may draw what it looks like later. With base jumpers and all.
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Edit:
Greg is home with a partial face mask to wear for 24 hours. It helps prevent too much bleeding. We now have two humidifiers going, soon to be three. Greg said his front teeth hurt. Not a big surprise since they had to go in and break the cartilage and bone inside his nose, I imagine the rest of his teeth will probably hurt too, but I am hoping it wont get too bad.
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Gregory: Looking worse for wear...
Myself: Boy I look too chipper...
I am going to be straight forward in saying that I was worried sick, so they gave me anti-nausea and some relaxants. What a relief! I also feel like the only weirdo who likes being put under, then again I love to sleep anyway soooo, yeah.
Swallowing isn't difficult right now either, the only problem is the area leading up to my sinus' where my adenoids were. Just a bit swollen so it's an awkward feeling up there.
The doctors gave me a humidifier, percocet, antibiotics, and some awesome numbimg lolipops. 0_0 I'd like to figure out how to numb my throat rather than my tongue, lol. Art to come later. For the moment I will sit here with Genesis on my lap taking up space.
My husband didn't have any need for packing in his sinus which I am sure he will be thankful for! They did put a splint up there though to keep it all from rearranging. I hope it works out for him, the poor man hasn't been able to breathe out of his nose, and I mean this quite literally, since he was born. Even the ENT told me it was a disaster area in there, I'm not going to doubt it at all. Anyway, according to the ENT he should be able to breathe normally now. :3
I may take a short nap after I have my beef broth thanks to my wonderful mother. Watered down of course! She is an absolute blessing. <3
Lastly, WOOAAAH NELLIE! Look at those caverns! I could easily fit an orange slice in each. *whistles* I am amazed. No, I will not take photos (though being me, I'd find it fascinating...) but I may draw what it looks like later. With base jumpers and all.
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Edit:
Greg is home with a partial face mask to wear for 24 hours. It helps prevent too much bleeding. We now have two humidifiers going, soon to be three. Greg said his front teeth hurt. Not a big surprise since they had to go in and break the cartilage and bone inside his nose, I imagine the rest of his teeth will probably hurt too, but I am hoping it wont get too bad.
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Gregory: Looking worse for wear...
Myself: Boy I look too chipper...
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
It's 12:22 am
And at midnight it finally clued in there will be a complete lack of solid food for about two weeks. My hunger also kicked in at that moment of clarity that, for the next three days, I will really only be drinking liquids. I will try to force myself to take down some good veggie and fruit juices. I'm more or less hoping that my throat will heal as quickly as my mouth tends to do when I accidentally take a chomp at my cheek.
An epiphany occurred to me earlier in the day that it would be a good idea to buy one of those little spray bottles to use to gently mist my mouth. Granted I will still choke down whatever I have around me to drink, but during the times where I have had enough, I'll mist my throat. I seriously doubt I will be opening my mouth much more than necessary.
I brushed my teeth for what feels like will be a very long wait before I can garner the courage to do so again. I'll miss that calming feeling of brushing my teeth >.>
Genesis sits in my lap, she probably knows I'm worked up. OH, for anyone who doesn't know, go visit Genesis' blog. I will update it one day, I promise!
I will be logging my weight.
Currently, I'm 105 (which has been an undertaking in itself over the last several years. I am not happy about the reality of having to lose weight at all considering how long it's taken me to put the weight ON!)
We arrive at the hospital at 6:30am (my time), Greg's is at 8:30am. I'm already turning into crankybitch-9000.
An epiphany occurred to me earlier in the day that it would be a good idea to buy one of those little spray bottles to use to gently mist my mouth. Granted I will still choke down whatever I have around me to drink, but during the times where I have had enough, I'll mist my throat. I seriously doubt I will be opening my mouth much more than necessary.
I brushed my teeth for what feels like will be a very long wait before I can garner the courage to do so again. I'll miss that calming feeling of brushing my teeth >.>
Genesis sits in my lap, she probably knows I'm worked up. OH, for anyone who doesn't know, go visit Genesis' blog. I will update it one day, I promise!
I will be logging my weight.
Currently, I'm 105 (which has been an undertaking in itself over the last several years. I am not happy about the reality of having to lose weight at all considering how long it's taken me to put the weight ON!)
We arrive at the hospital at 6:30am (my time), Greg's is at 8:30am. I'm already turning into crankybitch-9000.
What to expect:
Tomorrow, Wednesday January 5th, my husband and I are going in at the same time for surgery. My husband will be getting corrective surgery on his severely deviated septum (ahem, they will literally be breaking the interior of his nose and resetting it- plus cutting out some of his thick nasal concha (kinky!)) which has prevented him from breathing through his nose since childhood. I, on the other hand, will have my tonsillectomy/adenoidectomy. So, since no talking will be involved for quite some time and I will be under the spell of painkillers and the pain that they most likely won't fend off:
Expect complaining, bad drawings and scribbles, and day to day notes of how I and my husband feel at the time. I may even scribble pictures of myself in an attempt to express just how I look in my minds eye, expressions that wouldn't work in reality. Also expect a lack of interest in spelling and proper word placement. It might turn into this process kind thought of it pain end will when?! (Though I promise I will try to make my brain function properly)
Scribble bloggings with awful handwriting to come!
Expect complaining, bad drawings and scribbles, and day to day notes of how I and my husband feel at the time. I may even scribble pictures of myself in an attempt to express just how I look in my minds eye, expressions that wouldn't work in reality. Also expect a lack of interest in spelling and proper word placement. It might turn into this process kind thought of it pain end will when?! (Though I promise I will try to make my brain function properly)
Scribble bloggings with awful handwriting to come!
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