Tonsillectomy

Yes it is true everyone, I am tonsil free! After almost 3 weeks of recovery I am now ready to report on my tonsillectomy adventure. Here are some highlights:

1) I am very scared of blood, needles, and sharp things poking me in tender spots like the inside of my elbow and my throat, so needless to say I was very nervous for my surgery. I must admit I even shed a few tears, but fortunately Adam was there to help me cope. The last time I went under for surgery (wisdom teeth extraction) I woke up very angry. In fact I think I told my mom I was so mad at her I was going to kick her, this time however I had the totally opposite reaction. When I woke up from the surgery I was overwhelmed with love for my nurses and doctors. I kept trying to grab the nurse's hand to express my love and thanks to her, but she was totally preoccupied with something nursey and didn't notice my feeble attempts.

2) This is gross, but the night of my surgery I accidentally projectile vomited grape juice all over Adam's hunting magazines. He kindly cleaned the whole thing up while I slept.

3) My road to recovery would have been fairly smooth except on day 3 I came down with the flu (Thanks to my irresponsible student who showed up for her lesson with the flu the day before my surgery). This is when I felt as if I had entered the valley of the shadow of death.

4) After I started to get over the flu, I very much enjoyed laying around the house and watching TV. I started to think that perhaps the life of an invalid suits me...knock on wood...

5) By far the worst part of this whole process has been the loss of my taste buds. Apparently the brace they used to hold my mouth open during surgery can mess up your taste buds. So now the back of my tongue tastes like metal every time I eat. The saddest part is sugary foods taste the worst, so candy, cake, cookies, and chocolate (the things that make life worth living) taste like metal to me. You would think that I would just stop eating these things, but no, I keep thinking my taste buds will miraculously heal between chocolates and so I continue to stuff my face. The only things unaffected by the taste buds are McDonalds french fries and Yellow Thai Curry, so I have quickly gained back the pounds that were shed during my days of popsicles and broth.

THE END

Winter is my Foe

Long Long ago, when I still lived in Arizona, I remember commenting to a friend that I hated Arizona because it only had two seasons: blazing hot and hot. This comment proccupies my mind lately as I am forced to endure sub-zero temperatures, a never ending barrage of snow and ice, and entrapment in our tiny apartment...Oh what I wouldn't give for a good day of 110 degree heat! I scoff at my past self for being so short sighted, what was I thinking????