Woohoo!! I'm still alive!!
Yay! I'm alive! ^_^*.
That probably makes it sound like I'm feeling a whole lot better than I actually am, but it's all gravy *_~.
First off, thanks to everyone! You people all completely rock and stuff ^_^. It was great signing in today and seeing all your wonderful comments wishing me well! Lots of Y (laughs maniacally in spite of the scabby yucky pain still present within his throat at using the most lovely stolen heart code in the world *_~) to all!!
Alright... let's see, where to start? I guess the beginning would be ideal *_~. I went in Monday morning and laid there for hours waiting to be taken back to surgery. It was not fun at all, although, the waiting did wonders for my nerves because by the time I was taken back I was more annoyed and just pleased as punch to be finally arriving at the operating room than nervous (although, as they strapped me down I got really nervous... being strapped to a table with my arms stuck at my side bothers me... I've been tied and leashed before ~don't ask ^_^*~, but it only makes me uncomfortable when I'm strapped down to something and my arms are bound to my side...). So... I was on the table... and then I was in a bed starting to wake up.
My throat felt fine. I was tired, and groggy... and having trouble speaking... but I was fine. And... I was asking the nurse lady all kinds of questions that probably made her think I was absolutely crazy. Then everything started wearing off and that's when the pain came creeping back in...
So they finally let my mom come back after something like four hours. There were complications. That's all I know. Surgery took about an hour. So my mom was very happy to see me. She was really worried because they wouldn't let her come back sooner and they weren't really telling her anything. But I'm fine and that's all that matters.
I discovered, when I was getting ready to leave (taking pain meds and getting dressed), that I'm a lot more like my mother than I thought. This is a good thing because she's strong and wonderful, it's a bad thing because she's stubborn and will go out of her way to avoid being a burden even when she should be... I wouldn't let her help me. At all. I took my own medication, even though it was hard for me to do everything. After basically pulling it away from her and then taking it, that's when I vocalized how much like her I was, and she laughed because she was thinking the same thing. So I got dressed... on the way home, something felt weird with my pants... I couldn't place it... when I got home to change into my comfy clothes that's when I discovered that somehow I had slipped both legs into on of the legs of my boxers... hence the weird feeling...
That night, I had some rainbow sherbet. My mom gave it to me. I had my pain medication every four hours. J.Z. came out to sit with me all night (until he started falling asleep on the chair) because I was on the couch (that's been my place for the last week). I couldn't speak hardly at all... and I kept resorting to finger spelling even though I know I'm the only one in my house that knows how to do that... go figure... a Gemini quite literally talking with his hands ^_^*. My mom was going to give me more icy goodness when she got a phone call, so much to my surprise, J.Z. took over. It was really very sweet of him, I have to say. Watching his hand shake as he spooned up a little and fed me. He was going a little too fast, but it's ok, I was just grateful for the fact that he was there.
That night was the worst. The pain stuff from the hospital wore off and my throat swelled, so I couldn't breathe if I was on my back because of how swollen I was. The pain was horrible. I cried a lot that night, even though I was trying hard not to because I knew it would just make things worse. So I sat at the table with tears rolling silently down my face with a tissue against my nose (I can breathe so much better through my nose now, it's amazing!! The BASTAHDS were worse than the doctor thought... filled with old, hardened puss *yuck!!*). My nose started bleeding, the worst bloody nose I've ever had. That scared me because I figured it was from my throat, which it wasn't. J.Z. kept me calm by rubbing my back and holding me, every once in a while whispering something like, "Shhhh, don't cry." or "It's alright, Steve, don't cry, you're ok."
Finally, I calmed down and the pain medication I took at home started working and I was able to sleep a little. My brother stayed up with me all night so my mom could sleep. He had a really hard time because he didn't like seeing me like that. It was rough. Usually pain doesn't bother me too much (I've had to deal with a lot of it, and have gotten pretty good at it), but when it's in my throat or my face, I have a lot of trouble with it.
Anyway, I've still got a lecture coming my way unless my mom has forgotten... When I pulled the throat numbing sucrets out of my bag thinking they might help (couldn't take them because of the meds in them), my mom was upset because I had been taking them to help with my constant sore throat, which, if she had known about, she would have insisted I go to the doctor for this whole thing sooner. I have this thing... (which is just like my mom). When I'm sick, everyone knows about it. Any time that it's something minor, everyone knows about it. As soon as something is really wrong with me though, I don't tell anyone, and I soldier on like everything is fine. So... of course, it's ok for her to do that same thing, but it's not for me... so that's what she wants to talk to me about when I'm completely better.
Anyway, aside from lots of pain and what not, I'm doing alright. Jocelyn sent me a book in the mail and a get well card. She's amazing, she really is. Lorraine from work sent me something too, also very awesome of her!
I finally ate a little solid (more or less) food yesterday. Just some blended up chicken noodle soup. Still don't have much of an appetite... but I'm making a list of the things I'm going to eat when I can. Oreo cookies are on the top of the list, as I've been having mad cravings for them ^_^* (to the point of actually being able to smell them O_o*).
Les popped in a few times to check up on me. All in all, I'm doing pretty well, although I'm having a lot of trouble with certain words right now. Particularly 'w' words and words containing 'ou', 'ow', and 'ol'. Yeah ^_^*.
J.Z.'s being a dork. But... what else is new, right? The last few days, he's been texting me to see how I'm feeling. I thought, "Oh, how nice! He's worried about me. How thoughtful." Then he came right out and asked me if I was going to be alright to roleplay Sunday after asking me how I was yesterday. No... not so much... I just had surgery on my THROAT... so... now he's talking about roleplaying without me. Which... pisses me off a lot, actually... There have been times when we've completely postponed because he had a family thing, or Giz couldn't make the drive out... I had surgery and am still having trouble speaking and am still in a lot of pain and they're just going to do it without me. I'm going to let him know how much this upsets me tonight when I see him. Such stupid little stuff. Oh well.
Well, I'm going to go and rest some more now. I'm all clean now and I feel much better because of it ^_^. Brushed my teeth lightly today (yay!!!), first time since Wednesday (so gross...) and spit up one of the scabs. It was nasty... all covered with yuckiness O_o*.
Have to talk to my mother about a business proposition. She sprung it on me this morning... (leave it to my mother to throw things like this on me at the most inopportune times ^_^*)... it could be a good one... but at the same time... it would take a lot of work on my part... like a lot... so I told her I had to shower on it. I do my best thinking in the shower. Now I'm going to let her know what I think about it and then I'm going to have some ice cream (yay!) and lay down.
Until next time! Thanks again everyone! Much love and stuff!
That probably makes it sound like I'm feeling a whole lot better than I actually am, but it's all gravy *_~.
First off, thanks to everyone! You people all completely rock and stuff ^_^. It was great signing in today and seeing all your wonderful comments wishing me well! Lots of Y (laughs maniacally in spite of the scabby yucky pain still present within his throat at using the most lovely stolen heart code in the world *_~) to all!!
Alright... let's see, where to start? I guess the beginning would be ideal *_~. I went in Monday morning and laid there for hours waiting to be taken back to surgery. It was not fun at all, although, the waiting did wonders for my nerves because by the time I was taken back I was more annoyed and just pleased as punch to be finally arriving at the operating room than nervous (although, as they strapped me down I got really nervous... being strapped to a table with my arms stuck at my side bothers me... I've been tied and leashed before ~don't ask ^_^*~, but it only makes me uncomfortable when I'm strapped down to something and my arms are bound to my side...). So... I was on the table... and then I was in a bed starting to wake up.
My throat felt fine. I was tired, and groggy... and having trouble speaking... but I was fine. And... I was asking the nurse lady all kinds of questions that probably made her think I was absolutely crazy. Then everything started wearing off and that's when the pain came creeping back in...
So they finally let my mom come back after something like four hours. There were complications. That's all I know. Surgery took about an hour. So my mom was very happy to see me. She was really worried because they wouldn't let her come back sooner and they weren't really telling her anything. But I'm fine and that's all that matters.
I discovered, when I was getting ready to leave (taking pain meds and getting dressed), that I'm a lot more like my mother than I thought. This is a good thing because she's strong and wonderful, it's a bad thing because she's stubborn and will go out of her way to avoid being a burden even when she should be... I wouldn't let her help me. At all. I took my own medication, even though it was hard for me to do everything. After basically pulling it away from her and then taking it, that's when I vocalized how much like her I was, and she laughed because she was thinking the same thing. So I got dressed... on the way home, something felt weird with my pants... I couldn't place it... when I got home to change into my comfy clothes that's when I discovered that somehow I had slipped both legs into on of the legs of my boxers... hence the weird feeling...
That night, I had some rainbow sherbet. My mom gave it to me. I had my pain medication every four hours. J.Z. came out to sit with me all night (until he started falling asleep on the chair) because I was on the couch (that's been my place for the last week). I couldn't speak hardly at all... and I kept resorting to finger spelling even though I know I'm the only one in my house that knows how to do that... go figure... a Gemini quite literally talking with his hands ^_^*. My mom was going to give me more icy goodness when she got a phone call, so much to my surprise, J.Z. took over. It was really very sweet of him, I have to say. Watching his hand shake as he spooned up a little and fed me. He was going a little too fast, but it's ok, I was just grateful for the fact that he was there.
That night was the worst. The pain stuff from the hospital wore off and my throat swelled, so I couldn't breathe if I was on my back because of how swollen I was. The pain was horrible. I cried a lot that night, even though I was trying hard not to because I knew it would just make things worse. So I sat at the table with tears rolling silently down my face with a tissue against my nose (I can breathe so much better through my nose now, it's amazing!! The BASTAHDS were worse than the doctor thought... filled with old, hardened puss *yuck!!*). My nose started bleeding, the worst bloody nose I've ever had. That scared me because I figured it was from my throat, which it wasn't. J.Z. kept me calm by rubbing my back and holding me, every once in a while whispering something like, "Shhhh, don't cry." or "It's alright, Steve, don't cry, you're ok."
Finally, I calmed down and the pain medication I took at home started working and I was able to sleep a little. My brother stayed up with me all night so my mom could sleep. He had a really hard time because he didn't like seeing me like that. It was rough. Usually pain doesn't bother me too much (I've had to deal with a lot of it, and have gotten pretty good at it), but when it's in my throat or my face, I have a lot of trouble with it.
Anyway, I've still got a lecture coming my way unless my mom has forgotten... When I pulled the throat numbing sucrets out of my bag thinking they might help (couldn't take them because of the meds in them), my mom was upset because I had been taking them to help with my constant sore throat, which, if she had known about, she would have insisted I go to the doctor for this whole thing sooner. I have this thing... (which is just like my mom). When I'm sick, everyone knows about it. Any time that it's something minor, everyone knows about it. As soon as something is really wrong with me though, I don't tell anyone, and I soldier on like everything is fine. So... of course, it's ok for her to do that same thing, but it's not for me... so that's what she wants to talk to me about when I'm completely better.
Anyway, aside from lots of pain and what not, I'm doing alright. Jocelyn sent me a book in the mail and a get well card. She's amazing, she really is. Lorraine from work sent me something too, also very awesome of her!
I finally ate a little solid (more or less) food yesterday. Just some blended up chicken noodle soup. Still don't have much of an appetite... but I'm making a list of the things I'm going to eat when I can. Oreo cookies are on the top of the list, as I've been having mad cravings for them ^_^* (to the point of actually being able to smell them O_o*).
Les popped in a few times to check up on me. All in all, I'm doing pretty well, although I'm having a lot of trouble with certain words right now. Particularly 'w' words and words containing 'ou', 'ow', and 'ol'. Yeah ^_^*.
J.Z.'s being a dork. But... what else is new, right? The last few days, he's been texting me to see how I'm feeling. I thought, "Oh, how nice! He's worried about me. How thoughtful." Then he came right out and asked me if I was going to be alright to roleplay Sunday after asking me how I was yesterday. No... not so much... I just had surgery on my THROAT... so... now he's talking about roleplaying without me. Which... pisses me off a lot, actually... There have been times when we've completely postponed because he had a family thing, or Giz couldn't make the drive out... I had surgery and am still having trouble speaking and am still in a lot of pain and they're just going to do it without me. I'm going to let him know how much this upsets me tonight when I see him. Such stupid little stuff. Oh well.
Well, I'm going to go and rest some more now. I'm all clean now and I feel much better because of it ^_^. Brushed my teeth lightly today (yay!!!), first time since Wednesday (so gross...) and spit up one of the scabs. It was nasty... all covered with yuckiness O_o*.
Have to talk to my mother about a business proposition. She sprung it on me this morning... (leave it to my mother to throw things like this on me at the most inopportune times ^_^*)... it could be a good one... but at the same time... it would take a lot of work on my part... like a lot... so I told her I had to shower on it. I do my best thinking in the shower. Now I'm going to let her know what I think about it and then I'm going to have some ice cream (yay!) and lay down.
Until next time! Thanks again everyone! Much love and stuff!