I came through surgery just fine, minus two tonsils, as planned. No post-surgery nausea. I was out of the hospital 30 minutes after I woke up. Then I came home and went straight to sleep.

Since Thursday, I’ve eaten three pudding cups, 1/2 cup of mac n’cheese, 3 cups of applesauce, and two eggs.

I threw up twice because I didn’t eat before I took my meds and that was a bad idea.

The only bad part is that I have a sinus headache but I can’t take anything for it, so I’m using hot & coild compresses to try and make it go away.

My mom is taking really good care of me and so is Tom.

Today, I sat outside for a while and I saw two mourning doves do it.

I feel like I am writing a letter from camp.

So yesterday morning I went for some more pre-op stuff and in between appointments I took some pictures of birds that were putting in a vague effort at harassing me. I had my nose swabbed for MRSA and my surgeon looked at my tonsils again and said, “Oh, perfect!”

This morning I went to get my pain meds at the pharmacy and my HMO doesn’t cover good pain meds like Percocet, so I had to shell out a ridiculous amount of money for cheaply manufactured opiates that would have been twice as ridiculous if I didn’t have AAA.

That’s right, the Automobile Association of America has a prescription drug discount benefit. Pretty sure that House is a member, too.

I also bought lipstick.

My surgery is tomorrow at 12:30 PM PDT. I will be tweetering some, but not during my surgery, a duh. Probably after, or not. Depends on the drugs.

Also, some tonsil pictures at some point. They will be gross. Be warned.

And now, I’m going to pick up my mommy from the airport. Yes, my mom is coming to take care of me. I WIN!

Sometimes when I have a long blog post title, I’m not sure what words I should capitalize and so I just do ‘em all. The sad thing is, 10 years ago, I would have known and been correcting other people.

I had my blood drawn as part of my pre-op stuff and it went as smoothly as those things normally do. Which is to say, I had to argue with the lab tech about not using my left arm (I am left-handed and didn’t want to lose that arm/hand for the day because of hitting a tendon or something. It’s happened before. More than once.) and, of course, my veins are not as good in my right arm, so she poked around in my elbow for a while before she gave up and used the vein on the back of my right hand, which is where I usually get an IV.

There is a reason that my veins in my right arm aren’t so good, you know. It’s because I’ve had an insane amount of injections, IVs, blood draws, etc. in my short little life. Sorry lab tech, take it from my foot. You’re not getting anywhere near my left arm.

Yesterday, I got a phone call from the anesthesiologist’s nurse, asking me lots of questions so I don’t die on the table and she mentioned that I should really have a MRSA culture done before my surgery. So now I have to go get that done. I also have to go see my surgeon for my pre-op check-up on Tuesday, so that will be something to look forward to.

I am getting anxious about this surgery. Surgery is no fun. Been there, done that. I would rather have a local anesthetic and do it that way. But I guess this doctor doesn’t do that – he thinks it’s too traumatic for the patient. I told him that I would rather be semi-aware of the procedure than puke my guts out for the 8 hours following it. It worked for getting my wisdom teeth out! He didn’t even crack a smile. A serious surgeon, a good thing?

Tom announced this morning that he thinks he’s coming down with a cold. I CANNOT GET SICK BEFORE MY SURGERY OR IT WILL BE POSTPONED. I don’t want to wait anymore! ARGH!

Allergy Tests: Waste of time, money, and energy?

The gist is that I am allergic to everything I thought I was with one glaring exception: according to this test, I am NOT allergic to cats, which anyone who has spent time with me and cats knows to unbelievable and possibly just WRONG. The doctor offered me blood test to verify, went over the results of the prick test, and then walked out of the exam room and left the door open, which to me is universal for “GO NOW” so I left without going to the lab or the pharmacy so I probably screwed that up and Tom is confused about why I just left and I tried to explain it to him but it just sounds stupid when I say it out loud.

I’m still upset about it, but the nurse made a couple of comments along the lines of “People in better shape than you…” and “People like you don’t usually have this low of a resting heart rate” and everyone who is overweight knows when they are being insulted by medical staff, and I just didn’t want to deal with that shit more than once today. I was feeling bad and I just wanted to go home and THAT OPEN DOOR WAS CALLING TO ME.

I will probably email the doctor later and complain.

Anyway, aside for the psychological trauma, the only option I was given to treat my allergies was using nasal spray and taking Zyrtec everyday. Seriously? The same treatment that I told you hasn’t worked for me for years is my only option? Apparently, my reactions were not severe enough to warrant allergy shots. I will never get to go on hikes, ride bicycles, or do any other kind of outdoor activities.

WASTE OF TIME.

Join me in two days when I go get my pre-op bloodwork done. EXCITMENT!