tonsillectomy ten

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  1. If a nurse ever tells you, before pumping a drug into your IV, that it “might burn a little”, just know that what the nurse really means is, “this is going to burn so badly that you are going to wish you were dead rather than endure the pain from this, even if it only lasts two minutes.”
  2. When the anesthesiologist says, in response to your inquiries about puking, “This is 21st century anesthetic. It’s made to be puke-free”, he is a lying dog! Unfortunately, I assumed that he was telling me the truth and didn’t keep a spit pan nearby until after I didn’t make it to the bathroom the first time. Thankfully, I was better prepared for puking episodes two and three.
  3. While my plans of losing weight seemed foolproof with an inability to eat anything solid, my stomach decided that it needed more than a popsicle to coat it before I took painkillers every 4 hours…so ice-cream became my stomach’s BFF. Yeah…no weight loss happening here.
  4. Grandmas…while perhaps scary drivers…make great recovery nurses. I just laid on the couch for two days while my grandma was at my beck and call. She even gave me a bell to ring, so I wouldn’t have to call for her. (Only once did she not hear the bell…thank goodness for cell phones).
  5. When the doctor says recovery takes about two weeks, he’s dead serious.
  6. And when he says days 4-7 are the worst, just be prepared. You think the pain on day 1 is bad…it’s nothing compared to day 4.
  7. Swallowing hurts. Yawning hurts. Coughing hurts. Laughing hurts. Sleeping hurts. It just hurts.
  8. Percocet is a good thing. A very, very, very good thing. I think anyone with whom I spoke would agree. Apparently, I’ve been saying some pretty funny things these days. I feel normal, of course.
  9. Surgery that causes pain to your throat the week before one of the best food holidays of the year is not a great idea.
  10. I also had great plans for what I would do during my recovery time (sleep, write essays, read books). None of it really happened. Sleep is interrupted by my need for painkillers (even last night). Writing essays? Ha. Reading…well, after I tapered off the drugs enough, I could manage reading a little. What did I really do? Watched lots and lots of reality t.v. I have now seen ever episode of JDMA ever recorded…twice. So good! I rarely watch t.v. due to time constraints, but I do love it! And am I embarrassed that I love me some Janice Dickinson? Absolutely not. (See…the painkillers are still talking).

the joys of surgery

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Good times. Thankfully, Grandma took good care of me. She even gave me a bell to ring in case I needed her and she couldn’t hear me. That’s some serious love! I could write an entire post about why I love being alive in the 21st century…but my painkillers (yes, that would be the beginning of the list) are about to kick in, so I’ll have to save it for another day.

and they’re off

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So, we got into the Canyonlands Half Marathon. And by “we” I mean Anne, Cropstar, Jen, Allison, and me. I am so excited to be running with all of these girls, or at least starting the race with them. Not only am I thrilled to run with these girls (and finally meet Jen in person), but I am eagerly anticipating the return to running, full force…in two weeks after my throat heals from my tonsillectomy tomorrow. I think I’ve realized that training for something is the only way I stay on top of my running.

Look for running posts again in the very near future. Woohoo!!!

books and their covers

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So, I go to this Sunday School class called Marriage and Family Relations. I go to a church with mostly singles, so the class is geared towards us. Today the topic was about making decisions…specifically whether to move a relationship forward, or cut your losses and go.

The instructor, who is married, talked about the importance of discovering whether the person you are dating is “the real deal”. And then he talked about the importance of self-analysis and said that, in his opinion, one of the most important things we could do today, was to ask ourselves, “Am I the real deal?” Does your cover represent your book?

I think this applies to a lot more than romantic relationships. I think you can ask that question in any aspect of your life; at work, at home, at church, with friends. When people open my cover, are they getting the story they think they are? The truth is I judge books by their covers. I expect what I read to match what the cover has sold. Unfortunately, sometimes I find that what is on the cover is better than the story inside, but occasionally, the cover doesn’t do justice to the book.

So, if your cover doesn’t match your story, which one needs to change?