Counting Down
Oy vey, I woke up absolutely miserable. Breathing through my mouth has made my tongue all hard and brushing only helped a little. The pain was almost unbearable until my Percocet kicked in. I am pleasantly surprised by the Percocet since nothing ever seems to work for me. It dulls the pain even if it doesn't do anything about the burning sensation but with the aching tamed, the burning is tolerable.
This has been so much better than most of my other experiences. I am dealing with this very well. I wonder if it has something to do with my attitude. I am not depressed and I think that might be making everything else easier to deal with.
I have postponed my appointment with my primary but I am going to keep my interview tomorrow no matter how miserable I am. I am put on a good face for 30-45 minutes. I really believe that I will lose any chance at this job if I try to reschedule my interview. I know it's not a lock if I show up for my interview as scheduled but I know that going in tomorrow is the only way I will have a shot at this. I should be feeling much better later this week but I really need to do this ASAP.
I think the prospect of getting this job has me really excited. I know that there is some anxiety buzzing inside of me but I can't quite put a meaning to it. Actually, anxiety might not be the right word. Excitement is really the right word. The excitement might even be helping me cope with this. I just wish I didn't feel so miserable right now. My instinct is to curl up in bed but that would make me feel worse. I only have a few hours and I have an ice pack I can use to cool me off.
The staff at the surgery center was great. All the ladies were very friendly and none of them tried to bullshit me. They were honest when they answered my questions. They let me know that the packing could make me miserable and they were right. Thankfully, it's not as bad as they led me to believe. Of course, they have to tell me worst-case and this is certainly not worst-case.
I don't know how well I will be breathing this afternoon when the first pack is removed but I hope it's enough for me to get the restorative sleep I need. I know that I will be feeling worlds better with even just one night of decent sleep. Once I was able to adjust my full-face CPAP mask, I was able to get some sleep which has helped. It's just too bad that the full-face is part of the problem(s) I'm dealing with right now.
Oh well, I am about one or three steps from the life I've been wanting. That's really close and I don't think I can wait much longer. I've said it before but I need to say it again...Life is good.
This has been so much better than most of my other experiences. I am dealing with this very well. I wonder if it has something to do with my attitude. I am not depressed and I think that might be making everything else easier to deal with.
I have postponed my appointment with my primary but I am going to keep my interview tomorrow no matter how miserable I am. I am put on a good face for 30-45 minutes. I really believe that I will lose any chance at this job if I try to reschedule my interview. I know it's not a lock if I show up for my interview as scheduled but I know that going in tomorrow is the only way I will have a shot at this. I should be feeling much better later this week but I really need to do this ASAP.
I think the prospect of getting this job has me really excited. I know that there is some anxiety buzzing inside of me but I can't quite put a meaning to it. Actually, anxiety might not be the right word. Excitement is really the right word. The excitement might even be helping me cope with this. I just wish I didn't feel so miserable right now. My instinct is to curl up in bed but that would make me feel worse. I only have a few hours and I have an ice pack I can use to cool me off.
The staff at the surgery center was great. All the ladies were very friendly and none of them tried to bullshit me. They were honest when they answered my questions. They let me know that the packing could make me miserable and they were right. Thankfully, it's not as bad as they led me to believe. Of course, they have to tell me worst-case and this is certainly not worst-case.
I don't know how well I will be breathing this afternoon when the first pack is removed but I hope it's enough for me to get the restorative sleep I need. I know that I will be feeling worlds better with even just one night of decent sleep. Once I was able to adjust my full-face CPAP mask, I was able to get some sleep which has helped. It's just too bad that the full-face is part of the problem(s) I'm dealing with right now.
Oh well, I am about one or three steps from the life I've been wanting. That's really close and I don't think I can wait much longer. I've said it before but I need to say it again...Life is good.