One micro pound at a time

Someone, please… .shoot me.  Put me out of my misery.  When the doctor said "this will be the worst sore throat of your life for like 2 weeks", he was being nice.  This feels like someone choked me, ran their fist down my throat and then pulled it back out.  =(

If I had just had my tonsils out, that would have been nothing. I could have been fine with that.  But oh no.   We’re talking minor reconstructive throat surgery here.  The way my mouth/throat looks, you would have thought I had it rebuilt and a new one implanted.   I had my tonsils out and a UP3 done on Tuesday.  Stayed overnight in the hospital one night and then got discharged home Wednesday.  I’ve slept much of it.  Cried about 1/3 of it.  Even though crying is NOT a good thing because I can’t get rid of THAT easily.

I FINALLY got to eat real food today.  2 eggs.  Over easy.  Not that I got to enjoy them much.  I can’t chew.  I can’t stick out my tongue.  It was basically drop off the spoon and let it slide down the throat.  Swallowing is a bitch.  Still, 5 days of no real food was getting to me.  Oh and you’d think I’d be a little lower because of the amount of fluids I’m getting?  NOT A POUND.  I know my body is thinking I’m starving it, but trust me, I WISH i could eat.  I’m sitting at 4 pounds heavier right now.  I am NOT happy.  I was sitting pretty at 159.4 before I went in.  Yea, uh huh…. Mr. 160 had to come around again.  Bastard.

Been up for about 8 hours now.  Guess I should try to sleep since i’ll most likely sleep all day and all night again.  thats what I’ve been doing.  Cuz I can’t stand the pain.  I can’t go back to work until I can come off the pain medication.  I tried that today.  I was up a whole hour and a half before i had to lie back down.  The pain is absolutely unbearable.  I was in such pain, I must have passed out from it because I remember waking up later thinking I was not getting up again.  I slept til about 6pm.  Then I had to get the drugs.  Couldn’t take it any more. 

Gotta love Hutch….he has been a trooper.  I can tell he’s getting irritated having to wait on me and try to understand me.  I can’t help it though.  I can’t repeat myself without wanting to cry.  And walking around is a slow shuffle so I dont fall over.  He can’t help me in the pain department, which is what i think bothers him the most.  Because all I want to do is cry and cry and well, he can’t do that for me. LOL.  He could, I guess, but it wouldn’t do me any good.

UGH - if only I were 7 and this was easier.  Shoot me now please…. with a good drug that will make me sleep until its all better. And if at all possible, NEVER get this done as an adult. 

*waaaaa*

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