My tonsils and I have finally, after 36 years, parted ways. It’s the end of an era.
For now, I am blogging from the comfort of my bed. Molly will only leave my side when Mr PugRunner takes her downstairs to eat or go outside.
Loyalty, thy name is pug.
Anyway, after today, I have permission to get up and around a bit. Mr PugRunner can drop me off at the movies and I’m hoping maybe we can go to our friends’ house for a few hours. We’re just going to play it all be ear.
As Wednesday wore on, I started to more stressed and anxious. Mr PugRunner planned a really nice afternoon for us, with lunch on the beach (blackened mahi) and a vanilla frozen custard at Rita’s. When we got home, I tidied the house, packed little man’s things for his big sleepover at his friend’s house and then we headed out to dinner with some friends.
One cheese enchilada verde (BEST tomatillo sauce right there), one beef taco, rice and beans. And yes, those are my two-for-one happy hour margaritas. My cutoff point for food and drink was midnight and I was taking full advantage.
Upon saying goodnight, we packed the car and brought little man to his friend with his sleeping bag and all his stuff. When we got home, I hydrated like crazy. We had to be at the surgery center by 6:00, so I unsuccessfully attempted to go to bed on the earlier side to be fresh for the 4:30AM alarm. Not the best night’s sleep, but I figured that’s how it was going to go down.
I showered, dressed, put together my contact case and saline (I was hoping they would let me wear my contacts while I was out, but if not, I had to have a backup plan), made sure I wasn’t wearing any jewelry and we headed out.
The nurse got us checked in very quickly, and then it was time to get me prepped.
Anxiety began kicking in at this point. I was freezing cold and they gave me this special gown that could be hooked up to a heater (what do I have to do to get one of these in my home???) and some fancy compression stockings with open toes to help with circulation.
I get to wear these bad boys for about 24 hours or until I’m walking around again. And yes, I polished my toes before we left. Priorities.
After my IV was in, Mr PugRunner came back to sit with me. The curtains were drawn around the area where I was laying, but I could see the clock (ticking oh, so ominously), and the ENT and other doctors walking around.
There was one case ahead of me, and then the anesthesiologist came in.
I told him that I had had a lovely visit and was ready to ditch the drip, put on my clothes, head out and a good day to them all. He was so sweet and reassuring and promised that it was going to be fine. He was going to stay in the OR and make sure everything was fine, and he promised that I wouldn’t feel or remember a thing. He also said I could keep my contacts if I felt more comfortable (as well as gave me the rundown of the risks) which made him my favorite. Of course, Mr PugRunner googled him the minute he left the area, and all results were positive so I was in good hands.
Then Dr. S came in to see if I had any last minute questions. At this point, I started tearing up. We joked around a little and I told him I was a huge control freak, and if he would just tell me how to do the tonsillectomy, I would totally take care of it on my own. He got me calmed down and told the anesthesiologist to get me some “happy juice”.
And then it was time. Mr PugRunner said goodbye and the nurse wheeled me back to the OR. I was really feeling the happy juice at this point, and I couldn’t stop thinking that the hall to the ER looked like the warehouse of an industrial thrift shop. So crazy. I was able to shift myself to the table, and the anesthesiologist did his thing. The last thing I remember is me getting a little panicky because OMG it was absolutely hurting as it raced up my arm and my side and he said it was normal and OK, and the oxygen mask went on and nothing.
I came to in the recovery area with a nurse calling my name. I sat bolt upright, completely confused as to where I was and what was going on. It came to me in a minute, and the nurse sat me back and got me some ice water. I needed to cough really badly because there was so much junk in the back of my throat, so she got me some ice water, which I was able to sip.
Mr PugRunner got to me before the doctor and told me that it only took about 30 minutes but it was tough and my tonsils were – brace yourselves – the worst the ENT has seen in 25 years. Dr S confirmed this when he came to check on me, in great detail. He said that these should have been out years ago, and even though he prefers not to do adult tonsillectomies, this was the one that needed to be done.
I kind of want a plaque.
Also, and this was obviously the “happy juice” talking, I kind of wanted to see them, as did the discharge nurse. She went to see if we could, but they had already been sent to Pathology. Probably a good thing.
Finally, it was time to get dressed and head home. I was wobbly and my calves were really sore in the compression stockings, but the nurse said these were normal, so I tried not to worry.
An hour later, I was able to get comfy and crawl into bed with my favorite nursemaid.
I spent most of the day dozing in and out. Mr PugRunner is keeping on me about drinking Gatorade and ice water, so I don’t get dehydrated, and he’s making sure I’m taking my meds on time. I’m tired and a little weak. Truth be told, the pain in my throat isn’t as bad as I anticipated. It’s sore and raw, and difficult to swallow, and I can’t talk, but it’s tolerable.
I’ve been able to eat a little applesauce, but I am HUNGRY. I wasn’t expecting that at all. I figured I would be so miserable that I would curl up and sleep and not worry about anything else. Guess not.
Also amazing? My friend brought over the Fast & the Furious movies for me, Mr PugRunner picked up Warm Bodies from RedBox AND I got an awesome delivery in the mail from an annual book exchange in which I participate.
(A Feast for Crows is mine, but I was lazy and didn’t feel like reorganizing the pile).
I may not be allowed to run, but I will be able to read about it! Yay!
So here we are. I have my follow up appointment on July 3 and hopefully, there will be good news (As in, maybe I can start doing some kind of low-impact exercise. Or eat lots of popcorn. Or both!)
The surgery center was wonderful. All the nurses and staff were so incredible and compassionate. It was a really scary morning for me, and everyone was understanding and sweet and did their best to put me at ease. I am very thankful for that.
I am also so grateful to all our friends and family for helping with little man, and for all their love and support. It meant the world to all of us and helped make today go so much more smoothly.
Since I’m going to be taking it easy for the next few days, I need some advice!
I can go to the movies. Do I want to see White House Down, Man of Steel or Now You See Me?
What are ways you keep from going stir-crazy when you’re on limited physical activity?
How are you spending this weekend? Let me live vicariously through you!