My voice sounds as though my entire head is stuffed with cotton. I actually read that’s what they do after nasal surgery, pack your cavities with yards of gauze. But my surgeon said that is no longer the case, now they put an expandable sponge up each side, what he all too gleefully referred to as ‘nose tampons’. Fantastic.
Anyway, as predicted, no post yesterday. Sorry to deprive you of a drug-induced rant. I’m even more sorry I had such a conniption fit over the drugs, that the anesthesiologist decided to only give me the bare minimum of pain medications.
As you already know, I got myself all worked up over what nonsense might come out my mouth. I refused the pre-surgery, calming cocktail IV, which was fine because my husband spent the half hour before hand in the room with me, making me laugh my ass off. He’s good like that. Unfortunately he’s also good at taking photographs of everything, hence the lovely shot of the, oh so sexy, surgical socks they put on me.
At any rate, for all my worry over blurting out weird and inappropriate things, I was far more freaked out over getting sick. My stomach is sensitive to anesthesia and narcotics, and the last thing I wanted was to puke, which is never fun, but seemed an even more daunting prospect given my nose would be packed solid. The potential for disaster was high. So, after hearing my nervousness over it, the doctor went very light with the meds, and so did the nurse in recovery.
Holy crap, did I ever screw myself, because yesterday was fucking painful. And because I waited too long to take any vicodin, it didn’t really do much for me, which meant I was up most of the night. Have you ever gotten chlorine up your nose before? It burns, right? Well this feels like that sensation times fifty, paired with getting repeatedly punched in the face by a gorilla. Awesome.
The point is, today I am feeling less like death, which I can tell because I’ve been pondering whether the nasal surgery is going to sharpen my super power, or, egads, destroy it. Tomorrow I’m going back in so they can pull the tampons from my nose, and you’d better believe I will make sure I’m good and drugged up this time, because it’s supposed to be painful. Who knows? Maybe you guys will get your whacked out rant after all. For now, however, I’m going back to sleep.