Monday, February 28, 2011

Oh yeah, 4 months!

Sorry, I missed the exact 4 month mark. Time is really flying now! Somehow I'm not really freaking out about this, which is really weird for me. I wonder when the panic will start kicking in.

The bridal shower dates are set, which is pretty exciting! I've been working on trying to get the registries all finished, though we are still undecided on a vacuum, hamper, and other random cleaning supply type stuff. I'm still on the lookout for a coverlet or lighter comforter of some sort also. We have a down comforter which I love, but it's not really great for warm weather.

The checklist is kind of REALLY long. I think I'm going to focus mostly on wedding bands and addressing invites, and we haven't gotten around to booking our honeymoon flight yet which needs to be done asap. Otherwise I feel like the small details are never ending and I probably won't even really start them until school winds down, or maybe even after graduation. I'm thinking with tax return money I'll buy my accessories and hopefully get a hair and make-up trial in there. We'll see!

As for my tonsillectomy recovery, I'm doing pretty well! I'm optimistic that I'll be 90-100% by this time next week for sure. I'd say I'm probably at about 60% as of now. My throat is feeling much better except when I'm trying to eat. I'm a master at drinking liquids and swallowing my saliva, hooray! The ear pain is still pretty irritating, I'm hoping that subsides soon. Sleep is also quite allusive. I tossed and turned for nearly 3 hours last night in misery and woke up a couple times after that. I feel like once I get back to sleeping through the night, I'll be able to speed through the rest of recovery.

Friday, February 25, 2011

I hate to complain,

Just kidding. I love to complain!

Yesterday was the worst day EVER. It was mostly last night that was really horrible. Today isn't completely a walk in the park, but it's not so bad for not taking any pain medicine yet.

I developed a pretty horrible headache at around 3pm yesterday. I kept taking my pain meds as usual but to no avail. This headache was like migraine-intensity and I couldn't really function whatsoever. I tried to nap it off, but couldn't sleep anyway (as usual) so I pretty much just had to lay there trying to keep my mind off of it. Mark went and bought some regular liquid tylenol, but after reading the Lora-tab instructions we discovered that doubling up on acetaminophen is a no-no. So no relief for me. I don't know why this extra-strength narcotic was not helping a measly headache, but whatever.

As the night continued the headache only got worse, and was accompanied by some pretty horrifying nausea. I was SO sure tht I was going to puke my guts out (considering there was no food in my stomach anyway) but luckily I never did. I tried to keep eating random things. Jello, popsicles, mac and cheese, I even gave up and tried to eat some very tiny bites of a piece of pizza (bad idea - that hurt) but it was never enough. So hungry, but so much pain! I ended up breaking into a cold sweat and almost passing out. I don't know what I'm supposed to do?!?!? I ate an applesauce and finally was able to fall asleep.

I took one dosage of pain medicine last night at about 4:00 am and haven't had any since. Part of the problem might be taking that medicine on an empty stomach, so if that is the case I'd rather just not take it. I'd MUCH rather deal with this horrid sore throat than feeling like I'm going to vomit/faint. I just ate some yogurt though and it's starting to feel pretty bad in there, so I don't know what I'm going to do for sure. I might try to just nap with this throat pain, if that's possible. Or take the meds and go to sleep immediately.

I'm ready for this recovery to be over, seriously. Today is day 5...only 5 more days to go, approximately?

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Recovery continues,

I feel like recovery is going kind of strangely and I really have no predictions as to when I'll be feeling better. I think last night I was a little too optimistic with my eating - I ate scrambled eggs with cheese for dinner and attempted some instant garlic mashed potatoes, which I could barely scratch the surface of. I ended up sucking on half a popsicle before bed instead.

Sleeping was torturous yet again. I was already feeling pretty unfortunate after my mashed-potato experiment, so I took some more medicine and went to bed around 10 to watch TV. I made sure I drank plenty of water before bed, which had me up and awake by 12:30 to go to the bathroom since very little is in my stomach at present. I tossed and turned from that point until 2:00 when I was able to take some more pain medicine. Then I was up again by 5 in probably the worst pain I've been in yet, which I had to endure for an hour while I waited to take the next dosage of medicine. And after finally falling asleep by 6:30, I only slept about 2 more hours before I just got up for the day. I'm tired, but for whatever reason napping is my current nemesis. No matter how hard I try to nap I just can't get comfortable!

I think that a major part of the problem is not keeping hydrated during the night. Mark's sister Stephanie brought over a humidifier, so I'm hoping that will help some tonight. She also brought over her beautiful daughter which definitely brightened my day & made me feel much better.

Overall today I'm feeling a different kind of pain. My throat still hurts to swallow, but I'm feeling a lot more pain in my lower jaw/neck that makes it hard to open my mouth at all. I've stuck to mostly liquids today besides some jello and applesauce, so that might be why my throat isn't as irritated. Mark is making me some mac & cheese right now so we'll see how that goes.

At first I thought my recovery would be really quick, but I'm really not sure right now. I've been reading a lot of online forums and tonsillectomy diaries and many of the writers seem to fluctuate a lot in the pain, so it's really hard to tell. I'm really hoping this humidifier does wonders tonight because I could definitely use a good night's sleep!

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

And the tonsils are no more,

Yep, day two of recovery over here. I'm trying not to get my hopes up too much, but things aren't going too bad so far! I've read a lot online so far though and it seems that lots of people get worse as the days go on. Hope that isn't me...

I'll begin my recap on Sunday night, the night before the surgery. Mark and I both had to work opposite shifts, so I went grocery shopping for some last minute soft-foods and some normal foods for him, and then picked up Arby's for myself for lunch. Unfortunately pretty much right about the time I had to go to work it started snowing incessantly. The roads were almost perfectly fine when I left but my car was completely covered about an hour in and things were not looking good for our early morning commute out to the hospital.

My mom had suggested even a few days before this that we should probably just stay the night at their house, and so for her the icing was on the cake that we should CERTAINLY come with this snow storm that was supposed to be lasting until at least 7 AM. After a bit of a debate with Mark via texting, we finally decided over my last meal (carry-out food from work) that we should probably just spend the night there and make it easier on ourselves. The hospital is 20 miles from our house and only 6 from my parents' house, so there wasn't much competition there.

We got over to the house around 9 PM and watched the movie "Devil" with my siblings, and then tried to turn in for the night to get some sleep. I woke up multiple times to a few coughing attacks (very dry, perhaps throat related anyway?) and slept maybe 5 hours before my dad came and woke me up at 5:00 AM.

I really wasn't too nervous upon waking up. I had to take a shower in the morning, which is something required by the hospital for cleanliness issues, and then had nothing much to do but wait around for my parents and Mark to get ready to go. In the end with the roads being so awful we decided it would make more sense to all drive in one car together instead of my parents meeting us over there. The original plan was that my parents might leave for a bit and get some groceries if things were taking too long, but they figured they could still do that and leave Mark at the hospital since I wouldn't be able to stay there alone anyway.

We got to the hospital right on schedule at 6:00 AM. They took down some information and I was literally back to my own little "room" thing a few minutes later. I had to give a urine sample, change into an outfit with one of those blue head wrap things (which I didn't wear until we were heading into the OR) and some nice fuzzy socks. A doctor and a nurse came in to take some medical history and listen to my heart, lungs, blood pressure, temperature, and all that good stuff. I was EXTREMELY nervous at this point. It didn't quite hit me until I was actually in a gown and laying in the bed. I was literally shaking all over and my blood pressure was actually elevated. The doctor and nurse brought in warm blankets for me two different times I was so freaked out and shaky. I also had to get an IV of course which always scares me to death. The nurse put a numbing agent on my hand though, so I didn't feel a thing.

The rest was quite a lot of waiting. Two people were allowed to come back at a time to visit with me, so Mark came and my parents switched off to hang out with me as a trickle of people came in and asked me the same basic medical questions over and over - anesthesiologist, OR nurse, nurse anesthesist, and finally the doctor, who was just a teeny bit late for my scheduled 7:30 surgery.

Then it was time to be whisked off to the operating room. The nurse anesthesist injected some sort of medicine into my IV and told me it would burn a little - I believe this was some kind of pre-sedative since I was being such a baby the whole time. It started making me feel pretty dizzy as they pushed my bed into the room. They placed the bed next to the operating table and told me to hop up there quickly or else the table would get cold. I did that, and frankly I hardly remember even laying my head down on the table before I was waking up somewhere else.

Waking up was a lot different than the last time I had anesthetic. I felt much more tired but also much more like I kind of knew what was going on, too. I was having a lot of trouble even opening my eyes at first - the first sensation that I noticed was one of those nose tube oxygen things on my face. Thinking back, I don't even really remember when I noticed the sore throat at all.

The nurse introduced herself to me and told me that she had already introduced herself once, but that I was very uncomfortable at first pulling at my oxygen mask and grasping at my throat, telling her that I didn't like how any of it felt, so she had to give me another sedative and switch out the larger oxygen mask for the smaller nose one. She asked if I wanted to try some juice, and I said no. Then she let my family come back. What I REALLY wanted to do was just keep sleeping, but they persuaded me to start drinking some juice, and then once I was done the nurse helped me over to the bathroom and helped me change into my normal clothes. Then I go to go for a nice ride in a wheelchair out to my car and it was homeward bound!

I stayed at my parents house all day yesterday, keeping up on my medicine, trying to eat a shamrock shake and a popsicle, and watching home videos. I didn't sleep AT ALL all day yesterday. I just couldn't do it; I was far too uncomfortable. Sleeping last night once we got home wasn't much of a picnic either, and I've been trying to take naps throughout the day but I only manage to sleep about a half hour before my throat wakes me up.

Overall though, with the help of the medicine I assume, the pain isn't totally unbearable. I can sit here and type or watch TV and feel pretty well. Talking, eating, and swallowing are where it gets more painful. I will definitely update on how things are going as my recovery continues.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Blueberries!

The trouble with eating healthy is that Mark generally DOESN'T eat healthy and then I have a whole lot of healthy food around the house that I'm pressured to try and eat all by myself.

For instance, about a week and a half ago I bought some blackberries, blueberries, oranges, and bananas. That isn't really too much fruit, or so I thought. But unfortunately, Mark only helped me eat the bananas, and went out and bought a crate of clementines because apparently he's too good for regular oranges. I ate all of the blackberries myself and subsequently was berried out. I feel like if I tried to eat all of those blueberries myself I might end up like Violet Beauregard, rolling down the street in a Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory like fashion.

I don't mind finishing off the oranges myself, and at the very least I could make some juice. But I need to find some recipes that call for blueberries! Anyone have a suggestion? I've been perusing around marthastewart.com (my favorite!) but nothing is standing out so far. And sadly, I don't yet have a muffin pan so that won't work (hopefully some kind soul will purchase it off of our registry *wink*).

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Sick,


A little over a year ago, I posted here about having some health issues related to my throat and lymph nodes. Getting sore throats and strep throat is no stranger to me - in fact, getting sick is no stranger to me at all. Let's recap a little bit on my health history.

Colds? Meh. I don't get colds really. My body likes to kick it up a notch. "Colds are for wusses" cheers my immune system. The flu surpasses me as well. I haven't had a stomach bug in a very long time. We're talking close to ten years now.

Bronchitis? Oh yeah. Bring it on. In high school especially, I got bronchitis multiple times a year. Thankfully I haven't had it since freshman year of college. A nice change.

Skin problems? Heck yes! I might rank myself as the most sensitive-skinned person I know next to a baby. I have "keratosis pilaris" which has developed on my face since the beginning of time. It's kind of like rosacea but bumpier...lovely. And now it has seemed to develop on my upper arms! Hooray!

Mono? I've read in multiple places that mono is one of those "one and done" viruses. Well, not for this girl! I battled my way through mono both when I was 9 and 19. The latter of which I also had bronchitis at the same time...I can honestly say I have never been sicker than that winter. It was miserable. I almost believe it was part of the reason that drove me to switching colleges and moving back home; as if the walls of dorm rooms are festering with viruses and bacteria.

And finally, the star of the show: strep throat and tonsillitis. Back in junior high, doctors threatened me that if I got strep throat one more time, they would be taking my tonsils out. Thanks to them, I learned to put up with sore throats as part of everyday life (I might be exaggerating. But for whatever reason I do always ignore sore throats). They really didn't debilitate me much. Then somewhere along the line my tonsils decided to start ripping holes into themselves (I think it was mono #2 that brought the pickaxe to the party) and they have never been the same since.

Weirdly enough, it's not the sore throats that bother me so much. It's what I wrote about last time - the lymph nodes - that are killing me. Swollen lymph nodes go hand in hand with any of the above issues, but within the last few years mine have started to become really painful when these sore throats flare up, or when I get those really nasty tonsil stones. Yesterday I finally forced myself to go to the dreaded doctor's office because the pain was starting to concentrate in the lymph nodes at the base of my head and causing horrible headaches that advil would hardly combat.

Basically, the doctor did a strep test, put me on antibiotics, and referred me back to the Ear, Nose, and Throat Center. Bleh. So I go in on Tuesday to hear the verdict. A tonsillectomy might really be in my very near future.