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48 hours, state of the Lisa.
Steroids? AWESOME. The swelling has gone down (not entirely, but largely) and the pain is much less, even without taking the Percoset. I did take a half Percoset with some advil last night (that's what they tell me to do, take it with advil), but I really only needed to do that twice yesterday. Thursday, I was doing that every four hours or so.
After looking with longing at some bread Thursday night, I got brave and nibbled on a bit of it yesterday. I never thought I'd miss food, I don't even care about food! But I guess so much yogurt and applesauce and pudding and jello and ice cream... I was craving something else. So I mashed a potato, mixed it up with butter and garlic and cheddar cheese and salt and milk... it was the BEST THING I had EVER EATEN. About halfway through it stopped being the "best thing" and was just "yummy", but clearly I was craving something, there. Too bad we only had the one potato.
Today, I graduate to soft foods. I'm planning on oatmeal for breakfast (not quite no-chew 'cause it has little apple bits in it), but I'm not sure what to do for lunch. Dinner shall be overcooked pasta, I think.
As for energy levels... as I said before, the steroids certainly provide. I did four loads of laundry yesterday, changed the sheets on the bed, and did the dishes, all while "convalescing". The laundry is particularly impressive because it requires tromping up and down between the second floor and the basement, which is only accessible through the back of the house... while carrying loads of laundry. While recovering from surgery and high on drugs! I also got waylaid by the neighbor at one point, he was going on about how his car keeps dying and he wants one like mine (which has more miles than his and has never broken down, ever - a few parts have needed replacement but I've never been stuck on the side of the road except with a flat tire once).
Obviously drugs make me prattle on endlessly. Feeling better, yes, but I may have a heart attack the next time I have to go to the dentist - which is in a few weeks. The whole reason I had to do this was because my dentist couldn't reach a cavity, so once the wounds heal, I have to go get that drilled. Isn't dental phobia supposed to improve with exposure? I read that somewhere. It's sure as heck not helping me out.
Steroids? AWESOME. The swelling has gone down (not entirely, but largely) and the pain is much less, even without taking the Percoset. I did take a half Percoset with some advil last night (that's what they tell me to do, take it with advil), but I really only needed to do that twice yesterday. Thursday, I was doing that every four hours or so.
After looking with longing at some bread Thursday night, I got brave and nibbled on a bit of it yesterday. I never thought I'd miss food, I don't even care about food! But I guess so much yogurt and applesauce and pudding and jello and ice cream... I was craving something else. So I mashed a potato, mixed it up with butter and garlic and cheddar cheese and salt and milk... it was the BEST THING I had EVER EATEN. About halfway through it stopped being the "best thing" and was just "yummy", but clearly I was craving something, there. Too bad we only had the one potato.
Today, I graduate to soft foods. I'm planning on oatmeal for breakfast (not quite no-chew 'cause it has little apple bits in it), but I'm not sure what to do for lunch. Dinner shall be overcooked pasta, I think.
As for energy levels... as I said before, the steroids certainly provide. I did four loads of laundry yesterday, changed the sheets on the bed, and did the dishes, all while "convalescing". The laundry is particularly impressive because it requires tromping up and down between the second floor and the basement, which is only accessible through the back of the house... while carrying loads of laundry. While recovering from surgery and high on drugs! I also got waylaid by the neighbor at one point, he was going on about how his car keeps dying and he wants one like mine (which has more miles than his and has never broken down, ever - a few parts have needed replacement but I've never been stuck on the side of the road except with a flat tire once).
Obviously drugs make me prattle on endlessly. Feeling better, yes, but I may have a heart attack the next time I have to go to the dentist - which is in a few weeks. The whole reason I had to do this was because my dentist couldn't reach a cavity, so once the wounds heal, I have to go get that drilled. Isn't dental phobia supposed to improve with exposure? I read that somewhere. It's sure as heck not helping me out.