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So I'm just going to write a note to tell everyone what's happened the past few days because for 1.) It's a long story, and for 2.) I can't talk; it'd be better just to relay everything on a public forum, which most people read anyway.(I think?)
I've been sick off and on the past two weeks with what I thought was strep. I took some penicillan and it went away for a few days last weekend, but I've sort of constantly had a sore throat and swollen lymph nodes.
I was stupidly trying to ignore it and just go along with my daily routine, thinking it'd be over when it was over and to just get over it.
Bad idea. So two nights ago I start having extreme pain in my right tonsil. I'd like to think I have a high pain tolerance just because I can put mind over matter most times but this was intense pain. I tried to ignore it and ended up staying up all night trying to distract myself and eat popsicles to make the pain go away. I tried sleeping for about an hour but when I woke up, my right tonsil was swollen to the size of what seemed like a small tennis ball and I was having trouble breathing.
So I decided it was doctor time. In the meantime, I'm looking up things on the internet that it could be because I was that annoying patient who likes to self diagnose. I figured I had a peritonsillar abcess and that I'd be okay and all they had to do was stick a needle in my tonsil to get the pus out.
So I go to the doctor and he says, "I think you have an abcess" and I'm like, "Oh fancy that" and he sends me over to the Ear, Nose, and Throat doctor. ENT pokes and prods and sticks long sticks down my nose and tells me that I am swelling in my lower throat and need to go into immediate surgery. I wait for half a second because my fevered brain somehow thinks he's joking. I start sort of panicking because I've never been put under before and am scared beyond comprehension of it. So he's like, "Meet me at Mobile Infirmary immediately and we'll get you into pre-op and take those tonsils out immediately." They give me a steriod shot to stop the swelling in my throat and a anti-biotic to help with the infection.
I'm not sure if the shots had some sort of sedative in them but I was markedly calm after that. They took some blood, made me do a piss test, got me into a gown. I talked and joked with my anesthesiologist and he told me what I had was what George Washington had died from. Oh bliss. Then they shove an IV in and give me a sedative and take me on back into the OR. I drift off with a man in my face with one of those old school looking mirrors they wear on their head.
I wake up what seems like 10 minutes later with my father over my face saying "Your grandpa's here" and me saying, "Am I dead? Grandpa is dead, how is he here" and other such nonsense.
They give me morphine, which I've learned does not work well with my system, makes me jittery and nervous.
I spend the next few hours until nightfall drifting when people start coming to visit. Thank you guys, I love you.
Then I spent a wretched night in the SICU, but had a very lovely nurse whom I want to buy flowers when I'm not hopped up on pain medication and will probably be serious about it.
Woke up this morning, my ENT came down at about 8 and stuck that weird tube up through my nose and down my throat again and told me the swelling in my lower throat had gone down. I get to go back Wednesday to make sure everything is still kosher.
So as of right now I feel like I got hit by a bus and I just want to sleep, sleep, sleep. Drinking water is hard but a necessary evil. Come visit me : (
love, MEgganemily
So I'm just going to write a note to tell everyone what's happened the past few days because for 1.) It's a long story, and for 2.) I can't talk; it'd be better just to relay everything on a public forum, which most people read anyway.(I think?)
I've been sick off and on the past two weeks with what I thought was strep. I took some penicillan and it went away for a few days last weekend, but I've sort of constantly had a sore throat and swollen lymph nodes.
I was stupidly trying to ignore it and just go along with my daily routine, thinking it'd be over when it was over and to just get over it.
Bad idea. So two nights ago I start having extreme pain in my right tonsil. I'd like to think I have a high pain tolerance just because I can put mind over matter most times but this was intense pain. I tried to ignore it and ended up staying up all night trying to distract myself and eat popsicles to make the pain go away. I tried sleeping for about an hour but when I woke up, my right tonsil was swollen to the size of what seemed like a small tennis ball and I was having trouble breathing.
So I decided it was doctor time. In the meantime, I'm looking up things on the internet that it could be because I was that annoying patient who likes to self diagnose. I figured I had a peritonsillar abcess and that I'd be okay and all they had to do was stick a needle in my tonsil to get the pus out.
So I go to the doctor and he says, "I think you have an abcess" and I'm like, "Oh fancy that" and he sends me over to the Ear, Nose, and Throat doctor. ENT pokes and prods and sticks long sticks down my nose and tells me that I am swelling in my lower throat and need to go into immediate surgery. I wait for half a second because my fevered brain somehow thinks he's joking. I start sort of panicking because I've never been put under before and am scared beyond comprehension of it. So he's like, "Meet me at Mobile Infirmary immediately and we'll get you into pre-op and take those tonsils out immediately." They give me a steriod shot to stop the swelling in my throat and a anti-biotic to help with the infection.
I'm not sure if the shots had some sort of sedative in them but I was markedly calm after that. They took some blood, made me do a piss test, got me into a gown. I talked and joked with my anesthesiologist and he told me what I had was what George Washington had died from. Oh bliss. Then they shove an IV in and give me a sedative and take me on back into the OR. I drift off with a man in my face with one of those old school looking mirrors they wear on their head.
I wake up what seems like 10 minutes later with my father over my face saying "Your grandpa's here" and me saying, "Am I dead? Grandpa is dead, how is he here" and other such nonsense.
They give me morphine, which I've learned does not work well with my system, makes me jittery and nervous.
I spend the next few hours until nightfall drifting when people start coming to visit. Thank you guys, I love you.
Then I spent a wretched night in the SICU, but had a very lovely nurse whom I want to buy flowers when I'm not hopped up on pain medication and will probably be serious about it.
Woke up this morning, my ENT came down at about 8 and stuck that weird tube up through my nose and down my throat again and told me the swelling in my lower throat had gone down. I get to go back Wednesday to make sure everything is still kosher.
So as of right now I feel like I got hit by a bus and I just want to sleep, sleep, sleep. Drinking water is hard but a necessary evil. Come visit me : (
love, MEgganemily