Wednesday I had sinus surgery. My wonderful, beautiful, amazing mom took me, and held my hand while they stuck the big scary needle in my arm (I don't mind needles if they are not pointed in my direction) and hung out while they wheeled me away into the surgery room.
My anesthesiologist gave me Versed. Versed is awesome. I remember him putting it into my IV. I remember them wheeling me into the Operating Room. I vaguely remember seeing Dr. Beus, my surgeon in there. The anesthesiologist (I think his name was Dr. Wilson? He kept asking me about buried treasure, I hope I imagined that...) had oxygen on my face, then he had Dr. Beus hold it while he stuck some leads on me, then the next thing I remember is the PACU nurse asking me if I wanted a drink of water (which was the best thing I heard all day!) and taking those leads off, which is how I know they weren't a dream. I remember I told her probably 3 times my uncle used to work in the PACU, she didn't seem interested. Then they wheeled me back to my mom.
At this point, I noticed the Thing they had stuck to my face. The Thing is this awesome device that holds a 4x4 to your face, thus making it so you have to breathe out of your mouth. I wasn't sure what this Thing was for until (after a lot of persistence) the post-op nurse had me stand up to go to the bathroom. That's when the gushing blood started, and Ah Ha! The Thing is to keep the blood from going EVERYWHERE! My mom helped me go potty, she tried to convince me to eat the cookies (I just wanted some of that beautiful, cold water! Delicious!) then after I swallowed some pain pills and kept them down (Thank you phenergan!) my mommy took me home. The nurse gave me a sparkling princess sticker, she said "Because you found your prince charming, that makes you a princess!" (My mom must've been bragging on me and the hubby, aka Prince Charming.)
At this point, my mommy passed me off to my wonderful husband! He saw The Thing and the look on his face was priceless! A mixture of trying not to laugh and genuine concern, beautiful! He got me settled in bed with some lunch (Arby's French Dip and Hot n' Spicy Cheez-its) and a movie (the newest Twilight, because I figured since it's a $1.20 to rent it for one night at Redbox and I was going to be doped up on the remnants of anesthesia and 10mg of Lortab and struggling to stay awake, it was the perfect time to watch it! Also, was that scene where the wolves are all telepathically communicating ridiculous or was it just because I was high?) I sipped, sipped, sipped on my water (beautiful water!) and got up 3-4 times to go pee. And they were worried I wouldn't pee! I peed like a fiend!
On Thursday night, my amazing, gorgeous red headed sister-in-law brought us dinner, chili and cornbread, and we all discovered together that cornmeal does, in fact, expire. However, the chili was more than enough deliciousness to make up for the iffyness of the muffins! And, I didn't have to cook, or make Eric cook, or make Eric go to the store (stuff he does willingly, but I would've rather had him home), she didn't laugh at The Thing, and she didn't say anything about my apartment, which was a DISASTER! (Long story short, our dishwasher broke and apparently I'm not whipping Eric hard enough, but it has a happy ending, we're getting a new dishwasher, YAY!)
On Friday, I had a complete meltdown. I figured (stupidly) that the pain would be the worst on Wednesday, better on Thursday, and better on Friday. Turns out the pain was bad on Wednesday, WORSE on Thursday, and on Friday I thought I wanted to die. OK, maybe a little dramatic, but I seem to remember telling Eric that during my meltdown. So, Eric kept running to get me a new gauze, (when I cry, the blood poureth forth, so I probably shouldn't have been crying) more ice for my face (the ice pack is annoying, because then I can't read or watch TV, and what is the point of being at home without being able to read and watch TV?) and MORE WATER!! I kept up a correspondence with my mom, my amazing father-in-law who probably had better things to do than to call me and make sure I was OK (like his hot date, MEOW!), and even one of my top two favorite sisters, my sissy Sylvee, who definitely had better things to do (hot date with Airman Fiancee Jack in Texas).
What is the moral of the story? I feel like there are two.
1) Surgery is NOT FUN! Good news is I can already breathe better, which is awesome! For the first time in as long as I can remember I can breathe through BOTH nostrils SIMULTANEOUSLY! (Also, spelled simultaneously right on the first try. KA-CHING!)
2) (And the most important moral) Family is the best thing EVER. I would be nothing without them. All of them. I have always been very blessed to be born into the family I was born into, the one that would accept me for who I am, with all of my flaws and all of my quirks, and love me anyway. I have been doubly blessed to find a man who loves NaRhea for NaRhea and whom I love for being simply Eric. And, I triple scored by marrying into a family who loves me, and who I fit into rather well. Katie told me a while ago that when Eric and I were first dating, someone asked her about me, and she said, "She fits into our family PERFECTLY!" (I probably told a dirty joke at the dinner table, or maybe I started talking about blood and guts, or perhaps it was the time we went to a football game and Eric's dad and I were both shouting at the refs...) Anywho, I LOVE YOU ALL!!!
(On a side note, I am going to be a gorgeous old lady. Look at my, mom, look at my Grammie. She has baby skin! And my black grandma wouldn't know what a wrinkle is if it sat on her! Yup, gorgeous old lady. :D)
I hope you feel in tippy top shape soon!
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