Well, I survived a tonsillectomy. I remember being in pre-op with Hudson, and then it being my turn. Hardest part was telling Hudson goodbye. Several hours later, I was awake In recovery. Have no idea how long I was there before they let Hudson come back, but I do remember telling my nurse that I wanted to see him. I tend to get quite nauseated with anesthesia, so they loaded me up on phenergen, a scaloppine patch, and pain meds. Needless to say I wasn't very coherent. They helped me get dressed and Hudson pulled our car to the exit (amid severe thunderstorms too). I moved to the wheelchair and then I knew I was going to be sick. So my track record of vomiting after anesthesia remains. I was glad Hudson wasn't around. Hudson drive me home but not before I told him tht I wanted a cup of sonic ice.
We got home, I was a little unsteady on my feet, Hudson gave me my first pain pill and I slept the majority of the day away. Yesterday had some pain, though not near as bad as I had been expecting. I was able to take a shower, and eat a a few bowls of ice cream or fruit sorbet. But mainly I just had sonic ice... It feels so good on the back of my throt.
Today has been rougher, pain wise. My dr said that days 3-4 and 7-8 would likely be the worst. I can agree with the day 3 part. Haven't wanted to sleep all day but have quickly found there is nothing good on Netflix that I haven't already watched. We've been through two bags of sonic ice already and today Hudson went and just asked them to fill up our cooler. Hoping tomorrow feels better!
Thanks for all the prayers for my recovery! It means more than you know.
LeAnn
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
Going Under the Knife (or Wand or Whatever they use, but I really don't want to know)
The title intrigued you right? If you are like me, you are thinking "what in the world?" Who is going under the knife/wand/whatever they use? Well, let me be the first to let you know that I am also thinking "what in the world have I agreed to?"
So since the little girl made her grand appearance in our lives some 3 1/2 years ago, she also brought something else to the family. Germs, germs (my invisible dog). And I guess when you are in your (cough) mid-thirties, your body decides to process germs a little different if you are blessed like I was. And so blessed was I with these said germs, that they've continually invaded my tonsils, to the point of making them so large and inflamed (you can say it, ewww, gross) that they "could" cut off my airway. Now I don't know about you, but I would prefer to keep breathing, thankyouverymuch. I've got a little girl whom I adore and want to parent for a long time (well until she's all grown up, you know), and I'm believing that we'll be blessed with another one at some point too, so breathing is a necessity in my book.
So tomorrow, around 9:30 or so (we have to be at the hospital at 8:30), I'll be the adult who is getting her tonsils out. Oh yea. (Cue the saddest song you can find....) I'm not particularly thrilled with this whole "surgery" thing. Last surgery I had was of the emergency variety (Dec 5th, 2005, right after a fabulous SS Christmas party, I might say) so I didn't have time to think about it. This one has been planned for a few weeks, so my mind is getting the best of my nerves right now. My ENT (love her and her PA) both said the surgery is the easy part, the recovery is awful if you are an adult. Can't say that really encouraged me to go through with this. So, I've spent the morning purchasing all manners of prescription medications, 4 flavors of ice cream, fruit popsicles, chobani yogurt (because I hear it has protein), and other yogurt. I'll be on a liquid diet for around 2 weeks, which is about the total recovery time. Only cold things to drinks, and my PA recommended getting a bag of Sonic ice to chew on/swallow so that I could numb my throat and still get liquids in. I have to drink at least 75 fluid ounces of liquids a day so that I don't get dehydrated....for someone that isn't going to want to swallow at all, all these pills and drinking 75 ounces a day should make me a cranky momma. Micayla doesn't know what in the world will be happening, except that she has playdates every day this week, so she'll think this is the best week of her life. Hudson is taking off work the remainder of the week to take care of me (I'll be on some pretty strong drugs because of the pain), so say a prayer for him as he is full-time parent, full-time nurse, full-time student (he's got a big paper due soon), and still trying to work from home. And say a prayer for me too--that the procedure would go without complication, and that the recovery won't be as bad as everyone says that it will.
I'll update when I can (and I think Hudson will be updating my FB too)....
In other news, my youngest sister, Lesli, is going through her own(good) pain too after giving birth at home on Saturday (March 17th) to baby Quin (Quinton Everett)....Micayla and I fly out in a month so that I can snuggle that precious baby boy. He was 8 lbs, 9 oz, and she and baby are good. So proud of her!!! (Though she keeps telling me she'll never do it again....) :)
So since the little girl made her grand appearance in our lives some 3 1/2 years ago, she also brought something else to the family. Germs, germs (my invisible dog). And I guess when you are in your (cough) mid-thirties, your body decides to process germs a little different if you are blessed like I was. And so blessed was I with these said germs, that they've continually invaded my tonsils, to the point of making them so large and inflamed (you can say it, ewww, gross) that they "could" cut off my airway. Now I don't know about you, but I would prefer to keep breathing, thankyouverymuch. I've got a little girl whom I adore and want to parent for a long time (well until she's all grown up, you know), and I'm believing that we'll be blessed with another one at some point too, so breathing is a necessity in my book.
So tomorrow, around 9:30 or so (we have to be at the hospital at 8:30), I'll be the adult who is getting her tonsils out. Oh yea. (Cue the saddest song you can find....) I'm not particularly thrilled with this whole "surgery" thing. Last surgery I had was of the emergency variety (Dec 5th, 2005, right after a fabulous SS Christmas party, I might say) so I didn't have time to think about it. This one has been planned for a few weeks, so my mind is getting the best of my nerves right now. My ENT (love her and her PA) both said the surgery is the easy part, the recovery is awful if you are an adult. Can't say that really encouraged me to go through with this. So, I've spent the morning purchasing all manners of prescription medications, 4 flavors of ice cream, fruit popsicles, chobani yogurt (because I hear it has protein), and other yogurt. I'll be on a liquid diet for around 2 weeks, which is about the total recovery time. Only cold things to drinks, and my PA recommended getting a bag of Sonic ice to chew on/swallow so that I could numb my throat and still get liquids in. I have to drink at least 75 fluid ounces of liquids a day so that I don't get dehydrated....for someone that isn't going to want to swallow at all, all these pills and drinking 75 ounces a day should make me a cranky momma. Micayla doesn't know what in the world will be happening, except that she has playdates every day this week, so she'll think this is the best week of her life. Hudson is taking off work the remainder of the week to take care of me (I'll be on some pretty strong drugs because of the pain), so say a prayer for him as he is full-time parent, full-time nurse, full-time student (he's got a big paper due soon), and still trying to work from home. And say a prayer for me too--that the procedure would go without complication, and that the recovery won't be as bad as everyone says that it will.
I'll update when I can (and I think Hudson will be updating my FB too)....
In other news, my youngest sister, Lesli, is going through her own(good) pain too after giving birth at home on Saturday (March 17th) to baby Quin (Quinton Everett)....Micayla and I fly out in a month so that I can snuggle that precious baby boy. He was 8 lbs, 9 oz, and she and baby are good. So proud of her!!! (Though she keeps telling me she'll never do it again....) :)
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