The time between Trey's Birthday and Today will have to be a 'DASH' for now. Maybe throughout the year I can catch up on Chrismas, Matti's birthday, Make-A-Wish, and other vacations.
Mostly today I want to vent about 'TONSILS', yes, tonsils.
Random I know.
Today is day 10 of the Tonsilectomy Recovery Process.
To back up a little, since I had strep multiple times (3) in a short period of time (5months), a tonsilectomy was voted 'Proceedure of Choice' when it came to fixing the problem.
I agreed.
What could be worse than having strep for 10-days at a time with a husband out of town each time and leaning on a GREAT mother-in-law and sister to take care of you, your four kid, 5 horses, 80 cows, 12 calves, 2 dogs, ect. . . . every time!?!
Fastforward to the 24th of February.
Matt took me in to the Specialty Hospital to have my 'proceedure' done.
I felt 'tuff' and was ready for what had to happen.
They took me into, for lack of a better term, a stall.
The stall had a curtain that covered the front of it.
The male nurse asked me to dress into the appropriate gown and he would return.
*Note: Matt tied double knots on all strings holding me into said gown.
Upon his return, male nurse takes me down the corridor, through the crowd, to the SCALE.
No biggie . . . I am secure with my heaviness.
I step onto the pad . . . wondering in my mind where the digital readout is . . . I start to panic when it is not in the usual spot.
I look above me just in time to find it blinking my weight in bold 12"x 12" numbers above my head!
I turn around to see other patients and their loved ones STARING AT ME & THE SCALE!
I was ushered back to my stall and had another set of nurses come and ask about my addictions and any other abuse I was recieving.
Then out came the needles.
Of course the first one doesn't work, so they go ahead and use the vein that was visible the whole time.
At this point I was wishing I would have brought Kael instead of Matt for comfort.
I verbaly express this.
Matt tells me "it's okay, don't be a wimp".
I immediatly regret anything I ever said to Kael about it "being okay" or "you have to do this".
Kids having the same proceedure are screaming in the background.
I am seriously considering yelling in the same fashion.
The anesthesiologist comes in.
I pretend I hear what he is saying.
I get up and walk down the hall with him.
It takes him and a nurse to untie Matt's double knots.
I laugh.
I feel the meds in my hand and have an unbelievable urge to rip the whole IV out of my hand.
OUT!
As I start to wake up they roll me back to my stall, dump me into the chair, hand me 1/2 a popsicle and ice water.
Wait for 30 min. and I am cleared to go home.
I immediately feel like I am breathing better and WOW am I relaxed!
Day 1-4 goes well.
Diet consists of 4 tsp antibiotic 2 x day, 1-2 tsp pain meds every 4 hrs.
That is a serious diet for someone that LOVES food!
Matt and I are irritated with our new form of communication . . . a whisper.
Day 5 one kid starts in with a fever.
I am feeling more pain.
Kayson is a out of control on a good day - worse when you have no voice to get his attention.
Matt and I continue to be irritated with our new communication skills.
Matt and I continue to be irritated with our new communication skills.
Having to whisper it once is bad enough - don't ask me to repeat what I just whispered!
Hungry.
Grandma Platt comes, not a moment to soon!
(Things were going well enough on day 4 I emailed her and told her not to worry about coming! Glad she didn't listen)
Days 6,7,8 pain continues to increase.
Three more kids down with fever.
Pain meds are keeping me up.
Sick kids are keeping me up.
Irritable.
Hungry.
Tired.
I like to be busy, therefore, I am going crazy.
The hardest thing I do all day is eat.
And yes, it is a project.
Day 9 Grandma leaves.
Turn over reign of the house to the kids that are feeling better.
Take a nap.
Day 10 talking better.
Pain is still intense.
Update blog hoping to have some contact with the outside world.
Continue taking temps and dispensing meds as-needed to kids.
Sent Matt all the way to Juniper-Take-Out for a dessert I am craving.
He is happy to do so.
Lucky ME!
*I am not responsible for any of this making sense while under said pain medication*
8 comments:
Okay so if you guys have to go to the hospital anymore I think I am going to puke. I hope you start to feel better soon. Or at least by next weekend, when I come to visit (haha). Send the kids with Matt sometime, like they really need school anyway.
Lena!!!! Oh my, I wish I could be there to help...I hope that you will start feeling better soon. Just start using Matt's Robot App on his ipad for communication. That might help :)
Yuck!! I hope that you and your kids get feeling better real soon.
I am so sorry to hear all of that, but I do have to say I was laughing more than once. I loved the STALL part and the 12x12 number part. You are still you making everyone laugh even if you are on med's. I hope that it is going a little better for you. If I was closer I would bring you the Hunt cure-all a big fat bowl of Vanilla ice cream with Choc and Carmel topping all over it, oh and dont forget the banana.
Well good luck and get feeling better.
I am so sorry! I like sonnies idea about the robot app., I can hear it now ;) I really hope things start feeling better, and NO more sick kids! Good luck!
That stinks!! I hope that you start getting better soon. I wish I could help you. I love Sonnie's idea about the app too. Let me know if I can help you with anything from a distance.
Lena,
I can not find your email address so you are getting a post here. I wanted to invite you to walk with us in our Cure Search walk on July 9th. My mom may be giving you some more info and you do not my any means have to come. We are excited to come up to Salt Lake this time because we will be helping all the little kids with cancer! More info is on our walk page www.curesearchwalk.org/saltlakecity/teamchase hope you guys are doing good, and that the recovery is over and you are up and running around like usual!!!
If you get a minute send me your email address again. I can't believe I don't have it saved somewhere.
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