As our frequent readers know, I had sinus surgery last week, in hopes of curing all that ails me. Successful? Hopefully. Speedy recovery? Not so much. I had originally hoped to go back to work this past Monday, but that was before the Sunday night trip to the ER @ Northwestern. At this point, Dr. Peter Harri (be mature - he’s a really good doctor), who was one of my surgeons and also happened to be the ENT on call, deemed that Wednesday would be the earliest possible date I’d be allowed to return. After a Tuesday trip to see my awesome, mega-turquoise-jewelry-wearing ENT, and many, MANY gushing nose bleeds later, it was soon determined that next Monday would be the earliest possible return date. Sigh.
Now, I know most of you are thinking…how bad can it be? Laying on the couch with people catering to you, the “internets” within reach of my hot little hands, days and days of uninterrupted HGTV programming, a loving, albeit spunky, little puppy for snuggling…Sounds perfect.
Wrong. First off, it’s like a sauna up in here, and if they don’t get that air jacked up soon, it’s gonna be real ugly. Second, after the doctor removed the giant silicone stints from my nose yesterday, there has been the most incredible, unscratchable itch deep inside my nose. Like that giant hanging itchy boog that you just can’t reach that keeps fluttering in and out. When I try to clear my throat, hoping to relieve some of this itchiness, I’m always unsuccessful, getting up only large nasty dark blood clots instead. I know. Totally disgusto. Oh, how I long to taste something other than bitter, metallic bloody remnants in my mouth. Incredibly, I can smell and taste almost nothing. Yet amazingly, I’m super aware of the bloody presence in my mouth. Crazy.
One other point you may find entertaining, is that I’ve been with “ladysitters” since leaving the hospital last Wednesday, since I’m still not allowed to be by myself because of meds and the possibility of more gushing blood attacks. It’s like I have no privis (privacy) at all! Like, I can’t even fart by myself. Except that I do. A lot. And then laugh like a crazy woman because I can’t smell it - and it must be noted that I’ve been eating massive quantities of egg salad lately. Suckers! Although I must admit that the laugh is only a sound, not so much of an expression, as my upper lip is still very swollen and doesn’t move too much. Quite entertaining for all to see.
But in all seriousness, I’d like to send out a shout out to the many lovely “ladysitters” I’ve had over the past week: My darling, wonderful, sweet pumpkin of a husband; My precious Mommy who cooked amazing meals and sweets for us; Georgia the Great and her girls; and last, but not least, my wonderful father-in-law who took time off of work, and a last minute red-eye MegaBus trip to come and sit with me. Poor guy is probably bored to tears, but he’s being a great sport, and a terrific ladysitter. I’m feeling the love!
