My Swollen Uvula
I wish this were as funny as it sounds... and maybe it is funny... but give me a couple weeks before you laugh in my general direction.
Last night, against my better judgement, I took an ambian. I fell asleep. I slept through the whole night... and it was a glorious slumber. When I woke in the morning, it felt like I had this HUGE piece of phlegm caught in my throat, and I kept trying to get it out.... until I discovered it was attached. By then, I'd aggravated the damn thing.
Apparently, I slept the whole night with my mouth open... snoring like an ambitious chainsaw, cutting down the whole Amazon forest. That, coupled with the fact that it's winter and the air is dry... and it's a hospital with "dry air"... I dried out the back of my throat and my uvula has swollen to the point that it touches my tongue and gags me. If I were joking, it'd be a very creative joke.
I've spent the day trying to re-hydrate the thing, with little (some) success... but I still worry about falling asleep tonight and waking up in a similar manner tomorrow morning. Staying up late... or even attempting to sleep, but tossing and turning alllll night long doesn't really appeal to me either... but what options do I really have?
I've asked Jordan to bring in the humidifier, which I had been running practically 24/7 at home while I was confined to the bed at home. That should help... but I really should have had it much, much earlier. It'll take days to get this room humid enough. I really wish this hospital visit crap hadn't been sprung on me so quickly.
I've been having tons of visitors. I would almost go so far as to say "too many".... except I know that the minute I say that, their numbers will dwindle and I'll get lonely. Best to have "too many" at first and "just enough" later.
My book club-- the book club I haven't been to in over 2 years because of cub scouts-- stopped by last night with a gift basket. I just happened to have jumped in the shower for my nightly nasal rinse about 2 seconds before they came to my room. They left before I could get dressed and say hi.
Several of my co-workers have shown up to visit. I've also had people from church swing by to say hi. Jordan's family is relentless, and stops by almost every night. My 'rents even came down from P-town this last weekend. One of my aunts even sent me flowers...
Granted, it's been a little over a week... but I feel pretty darn loved. If only I were better and coming up with things for people to do to "help out"... lol.
I'm not big on the attention, but I do love knowing that there are so many people out there who care. I had no idea... typically, I feel a little lost and alone... but I've been a little more than vocal about my stay in the hospital on facebook and other places... so... I guess that's just more evidence that people really do care-- you just have to give them the chance and just make sure they know they're needed. I know that my inevitably long and drawn out hospital visit would be really intolerable if I felt alone... so thanks to everyone for your love and support.
I think me and "little boy" will be fine.
... I guess I could try to get some sleep... and see how my uvuala holds up... lol.
Last night, against my better judgement, I took an ambian. I fell asleep. I slept through the whole night... and it was a glorious slumber. When I woke in the morning, it felt like I had this HUGE piece of phlegm caught in my throat, and I kept trying to get it out.... until I discovered it was attached. By then, I'd aggravated the damn thing.
Apparently, I slept the whole night with my mouth open... snoring like an ambitious chainsaw, cutting down the whole Amazon forest. That, coupled with the fact that it's winter and the air is dry... and it's a hospital with "dry air"... I dried out the back of my throat and my uvula has swollen to the point that it touches my tongue and gags me. If I were joking, it'd be a very creative joke.
I've spent the day trying to re-hydrate the thing, with little (some) success... but I still worry about falling asleep tonight and waking up in a similar manner tomorrow morning. Staying up late... or even attempting to sleep, but tossing and turning alllll night long doesn't really appeal to me either... but what options do I really have?
I've asked Jordan to bring in the humidifier, which I had been running practically 24/7 at home while I was confined to the bed at home. That should help... but I really should have had it much, much earlier. It'll take days to get this room humid enough. I really wish this hospital visit crap hadn't been sprung on me so quickly.
I've been having tons of visitors. I would almost go so far as to say "too many".... except I know that the minute I say that, their numbers will dwindle and I'll get lonely. Best to have "too many" at first and "just enough" later.
My book club-- the book club I haven't been to in over 2 years because of cub scouts-- stopped by last night with a gift basket. I just happened to have jumped in the shower for my nightly nasal rinse about 2 seconds before they came to my room. They left before I could get dressed and say hi.
Several of my co-workers have shown up to visit. I've also had people from church swing by to say hi. Jordan's family is relentless, and stops by almost every night. My 'rents even came down from P-town this last weekend. One of my aunts even sent me flowers...
Granted, it's been a little over a week... but I feel pretty darn loved. If only I were better and coming up with things for people to do to "help out"... lol.
I'm not big on the attention, but I do love knowing that there are so many people out there who care. I had no idea... typically, I feel a little lost and alone... but I've been a little more than vocal about my stay in the hospital on facebook and other places... so... I guess that's just more evidence that people really do care-- you just have to give them the chance and just make sure they know they're needed. I know that my inevitably long and drawn out hospital visit would be really intolerable if I felt alone... so thanks to everyone for your love and support.
I think me and "little boy" will be fine.
... I guess I could try to get some sleep... and see how my uvuala holds up... lol.