I feel great. I’m sleeping better, I’ve stopped snoring, and I can breathe through my nose all of the time!

My throat feels like it’s been stabbed, though.

I had my check-up two days ago and saw pictures of my tonsils once they had been removed – they were 1 inch wide and 3 inches long. They were covered in scars and looked like Freddy Krueger’s balls. And, apparently, they were full of stones.

In not gross news, my favorite kind of frozen yogurt is tart plain, followed by caffe latte, and tart mango. No toppings.

My mom went home on Tuesday (the same day as my check up), but didn’t get going right away because she missed her flight (my fault) and so we ended up getting manicures and pedicures at the Palm Springs Mall in the same shop that Shannen Doherty had her nails done during the height of her 90210 fame (autographed Brenda Walsh poster). When Mom called me to tell me she had missed her flight I felt so terrible, I started crying and sobbing, which was dumb because it made my throat hurt.

She caught a later flight and everything was fine, but I got upset. I blame the drugs.

We had a great visit and, honestly, I don’t think I would be recovering as well as I am if my mom hadn’t been here. I love her and I miss her. I wish I could do for her what she does for me.

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?

So my tonsillectomy has been scheduled for the end of April. Ten days before that I will be having allergy tests done. I am not looking forward to either of these things, but I’m really hoping that between the two of these things my health will improve.

Don’t worry, I intend to blog about the experience extensively, because I know you’re a bunch of sicko voyeurs.