I am swiftly walking down the road of recovery. Today is the first day in two weeks that I can breathe through my nose. The splints and spacers have been removed. All manner of disgustingness has been vacuumed out of my head from my tall, handsome and humorous ENT specialist.
I am migraine free for the first time in a week. All in all, I feel pretty good today. I plan on returning to work on Monday. My children are ready for Mommy to be in the land of the living again. What a miserable two weeks it has been. I would love to have several amusing stories to share through this ordeal but in all honesty I was so miserable that even if something funny had happened, I probably would not have noticed it anyway. A fevered, bleeding, drugged and grouchy Mommy finds very little humor in the world. Just ask my poor husband!
I will say that my husband has a new found respect for me. This was pretty much a disgusting ordeal. I ended up sick last Sunday and said a quick prayer to the pocelain God and blew one of the spacers to the front of my sinus cavity. It had turned and I suddenly could not breathe. After a quick call to the on call Dr. I was told that I had to go up in there with a pair of tweezers and pull it out and then get to my Doctor the next morning. Yep, ALL THE WAY UP THERE. I nearly fainted twice. As soon as I finally got a hold of it and started to pull it felt like my whole head was sloshing around and I was pulling out part of my brain. In the end I got the gigantic sucker out. My husband said, well I cant exactly repeat what he really said but he said I was brave and must have grown male anatomy because there was no way in heck that he could have done it. I nearly fainted but in the end I WAS BRAVE!!!! (then I took two pain pills to cope!)
Well ok, one funny thing happened. In the middle of it all my youngest tried eating dog food. I asked him why and he shrugged. I asked him not to do it again and he said ok. As I was walking away he asked me if there were really cow butts in it. Good Lord, I can only guess that the idea of that came from my oldest child. The inner dynamics of a brotherly relationship escape understanding at times. But, I guess that's no different than the time I talked my little sister into eating a purple clover head out of the front lawn and then proceeded to gasp and make horrific faces and tell her that I was just kidding and that it was poisonous. Yea, she has never really forgiven me for that one. It still comes up from time to time.
I will freely admit that I would take two more c-sections and another hysterectomy before I would ever have Rynoplasty something or other (the procedures name was abnormally long even for medical terminology) and sinus surgery EVER AGAIN. I know that a couple months down the road I will have forgotten the pain and be glad that I did it but for now it's to fresh and painful in my mind.
Ok, I am done whining now.
