There are a few points I'd like to touch on, and I may separate this into two different posts, just because I've been told before that my blogs tend to run on. I've been trying to be conscious of this, for you. However, I really like reading blogs/watching movies/anything that are slightly ADD and are all over the place. And this is my blog, so, if you don't like it!
(But lets be real. If you could tell your friends about my blog that'd be great. I could use some mild awesome followers of ze blog. End: Sad Self Plug)
I'm getting my tonsils out. On Tuesday, actually. March 22nd.
I'm really nervous about it. For more than one reason.
I've never had any sort of surgery. At 25, this is a pretty awesome feat, I think. No surgeries? What up! And I only had one broken bone, and that was at 18. And technically it wasn't a "broken" bone. I had just fractured my tenth (see: Last) rib on my left side.
My mom is currently out of town visiting family in Michigan. Meaning, I am all alone. Getting surgery without my mom. I'm really okay with admitting that I am a total Mama's girl. Cuz I am.
What if they mess up and I never talk again! Or, what if I wake up during my surgery and can't move or talk and FEEL EVERYTHING! What if I have an out of body experience and wake up being all about Jesus!
In reality, it'll be a really horrible week for me. But at the end of it, I'll be in a much better situation health wise, and wont be miserable like I've been. I'll pull right through it, and it'll be great. (Still, maybe send a prayer upwards for me for a safe surgery/easy recovery? kthx)
I am going to make a serious effort to quit smoking and kick soda while I'm recovering. I shouldn't smoke anyway, so that'll be easy. And I'll be in intense pain and won't notice the difference between caffeine headaches and post-surgery/intense pain headaches, so kicking soda will be easy.
I'm trying to be really optimistic here.
I don't think a tonsillectomy will be too terrible. If I can handle having a broken rib, I can handle a really sore throat, right?
I've been trying to make an effort not to talk about being sick/tonsils/ear aches or complain in any way. I don't want to be that person, that just talks about the same thing all the time. Plus, with the fact that I tend to be an anxious person, I'm trying to counteract that by not thinking about it. Especially with my mom gone, which is another thing making my anxiety skyrocket.
But, just to put it out there. I feel like I got hit by a truck. And my face feels puffy non stop and I just want to sleep for like 2 weeks. And this is all pre-surgery. Yikes.
I've been thinking about the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles lately. I don't really know why. And not really anything in particular. Just, you know. About them. How they only had three fingers. And I think Shredder and Splinter have really similar names that makes them confusing. And April had really bad hair, and dressed like a street thug, yet they let her on the nightly news? What?
I miss the 80's.
Further proof, my antibiotics are making me nuts. People think I'm being an asshole because I don't want to drive anywhere and think I'm being weird when I say "My head isn't right, I don't feel comfortable doing that". When really, my head isn't right. So why would you want me driving around? I'm just being safe ya'll.
Now my head is really heavy. Maybe I'll blog again tomorrow? We'll see.
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