I guess today was the best day I've had so far. I made it through the day with only a two hour nap. I napped when Maddy did - although Reagan was playing with me during my nap. LOL. I did have to do it at half speed, but I held up. I took my meds half as much and just felt better all over. I still have white patches in my throat and my tongue is killing me. I think my tongue feels worse than anything else.
But regardless of the pain, I gave up on "soft foods". I had a shake for breakfast, cereal for lunch. I then begged Jim to take mt to the local Greek restaurant. Yum. I got my Greek salad. I could only eat part of it, but man was it worth the pain.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
Maddy's got a cough
Maddy started with a cough a few days before I had my surgery. She's still not over it. How frustrating. It's been 10 days officially and she still has it. I guess she is going to the doctor on Saturday.
Stuff to carry
Maddy loves to carry stuff around, especially things that are clearly not hers. Today she wanted my shoes. She went to my bedroom door and fussed until I opened the door. She apparently had something on her mind. She then went into the bathroom and waited at my closet door inside the bathroom. Hmm. What did she want? She got in there and giggled. She played in there for a bit while I used the bathroom. I checked on her when I was done. She had my gym shoes. Really? She got those huge things and just carried them around for about 30 minutes. I'm not sure which was funnier - the desire and memory of the shoes, or the fact that she carried them around so long.
Tonsils out - Day eight
Today was pitiful. I've been sick to my stomach on and off since surgery, but today was the absolute worst day of it. I got to the point where I was on the couch crying because I couldn't sit up or lay down. I was just miserable. I didn't take pain meds from 9:00 am until about 4:00 pm because the nausea was so horrible.
My dad called me in the early afternoon to check on me. I was crying. He was worried. I believe my mother showed up within an hour. She was standing over me just watching me sleep and cry. She figured out I was probably stopped up. Ugh. Nice. This is where the story, while gross, gets kinda funny.
My mom suggested an enema. :) I agreed it would be the easiest way to determine if she was right. (aren't moms usually right). Anyway, she told me she'd run to the store to get some "supplies" and she'd be back. She didn't want me to do the procedure without her in case I got sick. So I waited. I crawled up on my perch and waited. I slept I think. I woke up to some really horrible television show with some obviously flamboyant individuals on it. That didn't help my mood any.
When she got back, she pulled my med out of the bag and some other things to try - stool softeners, gingerale and a GIANT enema. She said "they now have super size". Wow that scared me. The normal size doesn't thrill me any. I couldn't imagine using that size. It was HUGE!
Needless to say, I said I'd use the smaller one and proceeded to go take care of it. As much as my mom's been there in all my uncomfortable positions, this one was not one I wanted help. I kicked her out and waited. Didn't take long. It worked - that's all I'm saying.
I crawled back on the couch and told my mom to go so I could rest. She was already having to manage my life for me anyway. She was doing so much.
While I was laying there, I wondered if I had thrush. Just something else to think about. I went into the bathroom and tried to brush the "stuff" fof my tongue. It didn't work.I had bulky white stuff on my tongue and it hurt to swallow. All the pain meds had masked my tongue pain. Because I hadn't taken them all day, my tongue was killing me. Odd. I called the doctor and explained the tongue patches and pain. They said "yep, it's thrush" and called me something in. Now what.
Anyway, my mom was right. By this evening, my stomach had calmed down. I felt better. I took pain meds around 6:00 and then 10:00 pm - more for my tongue than anything. I'm up and Jim's in bed. I'm eating ice cream to keep the tummy calm and will then take a stool softener. Hopefully that will work.
My dad called me in the early afternoon to check on me. I was crying. He was worried. I believe my mother showed up within an hour. She was standing over me just watching me sleep and cry. She figured out I was probably stopped up. Ugh. Nice. This is where the story, while gross, gets kinda funny.
My mom suggested an enema. :) I agreed it would be the easiest way to determine if she was right. (aren't moms usually right). Anyway, she told me she'd run to the store to get some "supplies" and she'd be back. She didn't want me to do the procedure without her in case I got sick. So I waited. I crawled up on my perch and waited. I slept I think. I woke up to some really horrible television show with some obviously flamboyant individuals on it. That didn't help my mood any.
When she got back, she pulled my med out of the bag and some other things to try - stool softeners, gingerale and a GIANT enema. She said "they now have super size". Wow that scared me. The normal size doesn't thrill me any. I couldn't imagine using that size. It was HUGE!
Needless to say, I said I'd use the smaller one and proceeded to go take care of it. As much as my mom's been there in all my uncomfortable positions, this one was not one I wanted help. I kicked her out and waited. Didn't take long. It worked - that's all I'm saying.
I crawled back on the couch and told my mom to go so I could rest. She was already having to manage my life for me anyway. She was doing so much.
While I was laying there, I wondered if I had thrush. Just something else to think about. I went into the bathroom and tried to brush the "stuff" fof my tongue. It didn't work.I had bulky white stuff on my tongue and it hurt to swallow. All the pain meds had masked my tongue pain. Because I hadn't taken them all day, my tongue was killing me. Odd. I called the doctor and explained the tongue patches and pain. They said "yep, it's thrush" and called me something in. Now what.
Anyway, my mom was right. By this evening, my stomach had calmed down. I felt better. I took pain meds around 6:00 and then 10:00 pm - more for my tongue than anything. I'm up and Jim's in bed. I'm eating ice cream to keep the tummy calm and will then take a stool softener. Hopefully that will work.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Tonsils out - Day seven
One week today. It's Thursday. I was able to do more today. It's like I got over the hump. I'm still taking meds about every 5 hours. I have been able to put Reagan to bed the last five nights. Tonight was the first time I couldn't read to her. My throat hurt way too much. I'm not sure why. Just odd.
Note: Still have some seriously gross white patches. Now they are on my tongue and I can't get rid of them.
Note: Still have some seriously gross white patches. Now they are on my tongue and I can't get rid of them.
Taking off her shoes
Maddy loves to take off her right shoe and sock. She gets mad and just takes them off. I asked Rita today if she does that at school. She confirmed that she does, but only when she's mad. Hmmm. Just like Reagan. :)
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