Thursday I finally had my surgery, which was supposed to happen a couple years ago. Really, that long ago? I am lazy. But it's taken care of now, which is good.
I had a throat cyst, leftover from my days of being formed in utero. Crazy. It kept getting infected and I ended up in the hospital a couple years ago, finally finding out what the hell it was. Scheduled surgery only to find out I was pregnant with Otis! And then we had a crazy time with his arrival, moving, and then when I went to reschedule, Otis ended up in the hospital with pneumonia. Do we ever get a break around here??
This is what's sad about this whole hospital thing, and I've said it before, I like going to the hospital. People take care of me there, I am not waiting on anyone else. I get to take naps. I get food brought to me. I can just lay there and stare aimlessly out the window if I so desire. And, I get drugs.
Thursday morning Brendan dropped me off at the hospital and I was shown to my room--holy cow, if it weren't for the surgery part I could've been on vacation. The hospital overlooks Lake Michigan and it was a beautiful sunny day, so I had a great view of the sparkling lake. It was gorgeous. Then I went in the OR, heard the anesthesiologist say "I just gave you some of the medicine," and then I don't remember a darn thing until I woke up back in my room.
It really didn't hurt as much as I thought it would, but man, general anesthesia is crazy. I couldn't do anything all day, I felt sick, couldn't drink even water, I was so out of it! Brendan took the kids in to visit and I swear, I have no idea what they even said, I was just loopy on morphine! I do remember Otis just staring at me warily.
I got a nice peaceful night full of morphine and ice water and was discharged the next day. I came home to pass out and sleep all day. Somewhere out there I heard the noises of kids and daddy, but that's very vague. Now it's a couple days later and I am starting to feel okay. I'm not in much pain, it just itches where I have a bandage. I can swallow better now and even ate solid foods. Did you know Jello is not that much fun to eat as an adult? As a kid it's the best, but hmmm, my palate must have matured over the years.
Tomorrow it's back to normal. I think I can handle it. Now, to stay away from the hospital the rest of the year!! No more sickness!!