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alright so six days ago i got my tonsils, adenoids, and turbinates removed from my throat and nose. i guess i should write about the day of surgery cause it was pretty exciting, lemme tell you.
so my surgery was scheduled for 6 AM (hell yeah) and i got there around 6 and ended up waiting for the dr for a while, got my IV and everything and i'm joking around with the anesthesiologist and the next thing i know i wake up in a different room and i can breathe through my nose! holy shit what a wonderful feeling. so i drift in and out of sleep and they take me to the recovery room where i meet up with my parents (an unexpected, and very nice, appearance by my dad right before i went in) and they're like 'alright you just gotta pee before you can go' cause i guess the anesthesia messes with your ability to do so.
so i can't piss. but i really really really gotta. so this nurse gives me a jar full of smelling salts and tells me to pee in that... nothing happens, but right when i finally pee i get really faint and call a nurse - i almost pass out, and although i finally pissed, i had to stay for like another hour and a half. cool, w/e.
so time passes and they give me this thing called a moustache dressing to control the bleeding from my nose. it's basically a rubber band that wraps around your ears and pins gauze under your nose. so that's kinda cool and i'm all good to go and i go to my grandma's to recover (cause i didn't wanna deal with everyone at the house for a few days) and hey my nose starts bleeding like fucking crazy while i'm lying down.
so i'm drenching all the guaze my mom and i can put under my nose and gagging on blood, so time to go to the dr's office who performed my surgery. i fogot to mention that the hospital recommended that i wear a button up shirt and all i had was white. so anyway i get to the dr and he's like 'yeah this just happens sometimes' so he proceded to take a 4 or 5 inch long tweezer and shove it further up my nose than you would ever think possible. i was reveling in it cause i thought it would make the coolest picture and my mom wanted to die. so after about a half hour of tweezing and vacuuming clots out of my nose and into tissues in my hand and onto my shirt, the bleeding won't stop. so my mom was lucky to leave when she did, because then he decided that i needed 'packing' on one nostril. he kept apologizing cause it's pretty nasty but i was like 'dude, it's part of the procedure w/e i'll live' and he was like 'i like your attitude'. so anyway - packing is basically shoving a sponge up your nose about up to your eye to prevent bleeding. it honestly didn't hurt at all... it was just bizarre feeling. in fact nothing having to do with my nose has hurt at all, it's just weird feeling. so as he shoved this shit up my nose a bunch of blood in the back of my nose has to go somewhere.... out my fucking mouth. so that was pretty much the end of that - gross but righteously metal.
so i got all packed and he sent me out with bright red blood all over my white shirt. everyone in the waiting room was like 'WHAT THE FUCK?!' all in all it was a pretty metal day. and honestly, i'm not trying to sound like a tough guy... it was all painless. since then it's been pretty easy. so i'd like to give a big 'fuck you' to everyone (especially someone in particular) that kept reminding me how much it was gonna suck. FUCK YOU. this was def the best thing i've ever done health wise - i can already breathe through my nose better than ever and in another few days all the swelling and fluid should be gone leaving me with full results, even though it won't heal for another 2-4 weeks. and my tonsils should be good to go in another 4 days. again... relatively little pain. minimal drugs, minimal pain.
i guess that's about it as far as the actual surgery goes.
i would like to thank 2 very special ladies for visiting me 2 on thurs all the way from huntington and howard beach - amy and hope. you guys are the absolute best. also everyone from new paltz rocks, i wanna go back... NOW.
i can't wait to start work on saturday and have fucking cash and get my own car.
my b'day is within asking for presents distance, and a car is the single item on the list. we shall see what transpires.
metal \m/
so my surgery was scheduled for 6 AM (hell yeah) and i got there around 6 and ended up waiting for the dr for a while, got my IV and everything and i'm joking around with the anesthesiologist and the next thing i know i wake up in a different room and i can breathe through my nose! holy shit what a wonderful feeling. so i drift in and out of sleep and they take me to the recovery room where i meet up with my parents (an unexpected, and very nice, appearance by my dad right before i went in) and they're like 'alright you just gotta pee before you can go' cause i guess the anesthesia messes with your ability to do so.
so i can't piss. but i really really really gotta. so this nurse gives me a jar full of smelling salts and tells me to pee in that... nothing happens, but right when i finally pee i get really faint and call a nurse - i almost pass out, and although i finally pissed, i had to stay for like another hour and a half. cool, w/e.
so time passes and they give me this thing called a moustache dressing to control the bleeding from my nose. it's basically a rubber band that wraps around your ears and pins gauze under your nose. so that's kinda cool and i'm all good to go and i go to my grandma's to recover (cause i didn't wanna deal with everyone at the house for a few days) and hey my nose starts bleeding like fucking crazy while i'm lying down.
so i'm drenching all the guaze my mom and i can put under my nose and gagging on blood, so time to go to the dr's office who performed my surgery. i fogot to mention that the hospital recommended that i wear a button up shirt and all i had was white. so anyway i get to the dr and he's like 'yeah this just happens sometimes' so he proceded to take a 4 or 5 inch long tweezer and shove it further up my nose than you would ever think possible. i was reveling in it cause i thought it would make the coolest picture and my mom wanted to die. so after about a half hour of tweezing and vacuuming clots out of my nose and into tissues in my hand and onto my shirt, the bleeding won't stop. so my mom was lucky to leave when she did, because then he decided that i needed 'packing' on one nostril. he kept apologizing cause it's pretty nasty but i was like 'dude, it's part of the procedure w/e i'll live' and he was like 'i like your attitude'. so anyway - packing is basically shoving a sponge up your nose about up to your eye to prevent bleeding. it honestly didn't hurt at all... it was just bizarre feeling. in fact nothing having to do with my nose has hurt at all, it's just weird feeling. so as he shoved this shit up my nose a bunch of blood in the back of my nose has to go somewhere.... out my fucking mouth. so that was pretty much the end of that - gross but righteously metal.
so i got all packed and he sent me out with bright red blood all over my white shirt. everyone in the waiting room was like 'WHAT THE FUCK?!' all in all it was a pretty metal day. and honestly, i'm not trying to sound like a tough guy... it was all painless. since then it's been pretty easy. so i'd like to give a big 'fuck you' to everyone (especially someone in particular) that kept reminding me how much it was gonna suck. FUCK YOU. this was def the best thing i've ever done health wise - i can already breathe through my nose better than ever and in another few days all the swelling and fluid should be gone leaving me with full results, even though it won't heal for another 2-4 weeks. and my tonsils should be good to go in another 4 days. again... relatively little pain. minimal drugs, minimal pain.
i guess that's about it as far as the actual surgery goes.
i would like to thank 2 very special ladies for visiting me 2 on thurs all the way from huntington and howard beach - amy and hope. you guys are the absolute best. also everyone from new paltz rocks, i wanna go back... NOW.
i can't wait to start work on saturday and have fucking cash and get my own car.
my b'day is within asking for presents distance, and a car is the single item on the list. we shall see what transpires.
metal \m/