My first surgery might me monumental. As far as surgeries go, this one is pretty low key, but I was still under general anesthesia for an hour. And now I know what that means. It's CRAZY waking up without enough energy to move an eyelid, unable to remember going in for the surgery. One quick snapshot came back to me of actually being moved from my room, but if I moved myself from the bed to the operating table, I don't remember it. Luckily, everything went well and seems to be fairly normal.
I hate explaining what it was because it sounds like a nose job. No rhinoplasty for me. But I also struggle with how to say what it was: septoplasty with turbinate reduction. I think. There were some before and after photos, but I'm still having to trust that in a few weeks, I will be able to breathe in such a way like glasses bring detail to the world. But right now, it's a pretty sucky sinus infection you can't flush out. Day 1 went by quick and the root beer slushy still brings back good memories. I rested with my gauze-stache. I thought it was a pretty nifty contraption. The blood had stopped the next day. But I was SO plugged, I couldn't breathe in my nose at all. So I was up a million times that night with a dry throat. And the next night. Headaches during the day, faint, etc... I could go on and let's just say something trivial was not so trivial to me. No severe pain meds were even taken, but I felt uncomfortable. It's only day 5, it just feels like forever. I can finally breathe in on one side as well as I did before. Now I guess I just wait to see how long before all the crap is removed. I'm definitely tired of the sinus rinse that makes me feel like I'm water boarding myself (ok that was just day 1 & 2; now it feels like a chlorine burn).
But here is to hoping that the funds (>$600) & weeks of recovery are worth extra oxygen in my time still left on earth. Mr Smith just hopes exercising somehow becomes more pleasent. May we all have perfect noses in the next life, and have the extra energy to work a little harder.
Mr Smith said he would take care of me. I was a little nervous about what that meant & if my children would survive it, but he did go ahead and take that Thursday off and bring the kids to and from the surgery center with him because Lexi happened to have her second most monumental throw up session of her life the day before...on dad's side of the bed. (Dallin was asleep on me and I tried oh so hard to get her to turn her head off the bed, but alas she was just really confused). That same day Dallin had 2 diarrhea blowouts (major) while running errands as well. I told everyone then that I wasn't sure I was ready for a wider nose. Sometimes being super mom is hard. I always panic initially but then get my butt into gear when I realize I'm the chosen one. Or I chose this. Meh.
Luckily, I don't think she caught a stomach bug. She just got the princess treatment the rest of the evening. And apparently they didn't spew out their holes for dad the next day. Convenient.
I like when Mr Smith tells me to rest. It's so sweet of him. But I made him bring the grocery receipt to me so I could see if he got the discounts etc...he tried. Same with the wide selection of McDonald burgers. Sometimes moms are still good for some things. Grandma watched the kids for me the next day and even Uncle Troy came to help trade off because I had this bright idea of voting on the last early day. So my stupid self stood in line for 2 hours, but hey, now I have time to blog today. It was kind of a sad election year. Aren't we all curious about what's in store.
Our 5 year anniversary was the next day. I'd say it deserves it's own post, but it doesn't. Mr Smith accomplished baby proofing the stairs. We went to Stake Conference adult session & got Costa Vida to go. I think I have some brighter ideas for once I'm fully recovered. I think 5 years ago I might have thought about a Hawaii honeymoon for the occasion. What a joke. Nothing could be further from reality.
And that was the end of last week.
Mr Smith said he would take care of me. I was a little nervous about what that meant & if my children would survive it, but he did go ahead and take that Thursday off and bring the kids to and from the surgery center with him because Lexi happened to have her second most monumental throw up session of her life the day before...on dad's side of the bed. (Dallin was asleep on me and I tried oh so hard to get her to turn her head off the bed, but alas she was just really confused). That same day Dallin had 2 diarrhea blowouts (major) while running errands as well. I told everyone then that I wasn't sure I was ready for a wider nose. Sometimes being super mom is hard. I always panic initially but then get my butt into gear when I realize I'm the chosen one. Or I chose this. Meh.
Luckily, I don't think she caught a stomach bug. She just got the princess treatment the rest of the evening. And apparently they didn't spew out their holes for dad the next day. Convenient.
I like when Mr Smith tells me to rest. It's so sweet of him. But I made him bring the grocery receipt to me so I could see if he got the discounts etc...he tried. Same with the wide selection of McDonald burgers. Sometimes moms are still good for some things. Grandma watched the kids for me the next day and even Uncle Troy came to help trade off because I had this bright idea of voting on the last early day. So my stupid self stood in line for 2 hours, but hey, now I have time to blog today. It was kind of a sad election year. Aren't we all curious about what's in store.
Our 5 year anniversary was the next day. I'd say it deserves it's own post, but it doesn't. Mr Smith accomplished baby proofing the stairs. We went to Stake Conference adult session & got Costa Vida to go. I think I have some brighter ideas for once I'm fully recovered. I think 5 years ago I might have thought about a Hawaii honeymoon for the occasion. What a joke. Nothing could be further from reality.
And that was the end of last week.
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