I think it’s fair that this be a very large image to warn any and all potential readers of what’s about to come.
So it’s now surgery day +3. So i’ve dedicated myself to writing this blog. I’ve read several blogs regarding adult tonsillectomies…and none of them make it seem like a piece of cake. And trust, what i’ve experienced in the last 3 days isn’t a piece of cake.
So i was forewarned by someone who recently had theirs out to prepare myself. I thought that I had…well I didn’t.
I got all the necessary things…jello, soup, applesauce, ice packs (but apparently not enough), assisted help, quiet time, quiet space, pudding, plenty of protein drinks, lots of water (4 5-gallon jugs), and i even turned on the ice maker. So what i need to do that i didn’t do, is get an ice cooler, like 5 bags of sonic ice, my humidifier, a pillow wedge, and lots of online content to read about what i’m going through.
So now that I know where I fucked up, tomorrow will be the day to pick up the other stuff, after i see one other doctor. Plenty of time on the way back home, I’ll be able to stop at each place on my way back to the house. I was off the oxy yesterday. I did good, then midnight hit and whoooooooaaaaa nelly!!!!!
I’ve swear, it’s like broth is my friend. My secret lover, ice cold water, and frozen ice packs are my comfort animal, next to Tobie. I tried to eat the broth of some loaded potato soup…not a good idea.
So anyhow…onto the gross stuff. right…isn’t this what you came for??
I took photos of my throat…on the first day.
Those are those photos. I used a set of large nail clippers to hold my tongue down. But it’s swollen as hell. So it really didn’t help any. My uvula is HUGE right now. Can’t wait until it’s back to it’s normal size. Cause this not being able to swallow thing is killing me.
Now it’s 4 days later and this is what it looks like now. Don’t judge my teeth, I know they are crooked, but they do what they are supposed to do. No need for braces…i like my crooked smile (in my J-Cole voice)
I feel like i want to gargle..but I’m not sure how to. Since i’m going to be in the area of my doctor, i’m going to drop in and make sure it isn’t infected. It looks like all the other photos i’ve seen. But I know that I can’t have dairy products bc they create mucus. And i don’t want to be coughing up mucus. I’ve done it the last couple days. I know it’s not fun. But I know now. So my advice…STAY AWAY FROM DAIRY IF YOU HAVE TO HAVE THIS DONE!!! Wish someone would have told me that before I purchased a massive size of ensure/carnation instant breakfast/etc. **shrug**
I can’t yawn … (another tidbit for you folks), it hurts to stretch my jaw.
So are these my scabs? the infamous scabs that I’m dreading to form and fall off? If so, I think some of them have already fallen off. I’ve coughed up some stuff today that wasn’t phlegm.
I know what you’re thinking…gross right…well I’m being candid. And if you know me, and you know my writing style, you know that being honest and up front is me. Nothing will prevent that from happening.
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I’ve finished one bottle of antibiotics. Doc has me on clindamycin palmitate hydrochloride. I’ve got 5 bottles of 75mg ( i think or 100 ml) hell I don’t know. It’s a pediatric use bottle. But then, I also got this huge fucking bottle of oxycodone hydrochloride oral solution …16 fluid ounces. It’s like damn… SIZZRUP!!! Joking..not my thing,,but this oxy has helped tremendously with the pain.
Now I’m going to go and spend some time with tobie, who is feeling like i’ve ignored the fuck out of him for the last few days. I’m sorry…Tob, but mom needed to sleep off the meds. Now i’m about to hook up this humidifier, grab an ice pack, my 3-4 tbspn of oxy, a couple prop up pillows, and my ipad. me and him will cuddle, until mommy passes out, then will wake shortly after 4 hours to redose on her meds.
But on a bonus note…my nasal breathing is awesome right now.
Now for something awesome… My hair is fucked, but my baby wasn’t screaming when I took this photo. But she also blew me kisses, and waved bye-bye as they headed off to the elevator.
