AKA - Surgery in the Buchanan family household. For those who have inquired, I’m actually having a septoplasty and something else o’plasty this Wednesday. But not a rhinoplasty. Don’t worry…I made sure. I don’t wanna come out looking all Gonzo from Muppet Babies or anything. Basically, they’re going to fix the deviated septum, widen the sinus openings, and scrape out all of the diseased tissue. Sounds sexy, huh?
My Dad had a similar procedure a few years back, and it worked wonders for him. I hoping for the same results. If all goes well, it should lessen the frequency of sinus infections (read: not year round anymore) and allow for a better quality of sleep, which should lead to less napping and an overall higher energy level. I always just thought I was a sleeper, and then they thought I had sleep apnea, but none of these things are true. It turns out all of the infected sinus passages were essentially choking me in my sleep due to gravity, thus causing me to wake frequently through the night. Finally, an explanation! Now here’s hoping it actually works…
Anywho - I had this dream the other night. I was in surgery, and something went wrong, and I had to have a tracheotomy. And I was only freaked out by this because I knew I wouldn’t be able to be the reigning “Golden Microphone” award winner at Cousin’s Weekend. I know - Ridiculous! So I was all panicked when I woke up, but then Logan reminded me about Anthony Federov, and his trachea issues and American Idol run, and all was well once again. Well, sort of. I’m still totally freaked out. I even have to have a babysitter for the first 3 days after the s’murge. My Mom is coming up from Cincy to stay with me during the day. Provided I’m awake, we’re going to watch an INSANE amount of HGTV, and love every minute of it. And even if I’m sleeping, I plan on my Mom filling me in when I wake. There’s nothing better than watching home and garden shows with someone who is equally as obsessed…especially when it’s your Mommy.
PS - I made a sexy new headboard for $7.00 this weekend. That’s right, count them. Seven. I even made a stellar garbage dig save. But that’s a story for another day. Either way, our bedroom looks down right Candice Olson-ized. How divine!
Do you get those cool magnets shoved up your nose?
Left by Jody on April 14th, 2008