Day 9

Well, I didn't sleep so great last night, but I did make it to work. I feel so much better. My voice has cleared, but it is still not 100% back. It is very muffled. Anyway, I can only eat soft foods, and nothing that requires chewing. Now that the scabs are off, my throat is very sensitive. I was only able to eat oatmeal and soup today. I'm not interested in eating so much anyway. My new size looks great! :)

Day 8

Well today wasn't so bad. It seems like most of the scabs are gone. Although, I never felt them come off. Never once did I see any blood either. I am guess I am lucky. I had a hard time eating today because my tongue started giving me problems. It was stinging from every bit of food I tried. There is also a big white patch on my tongue. I did some research and this might be from malnutrition. Anyway, I am off to bed now. I may or may not go back to work tomorrow. We shall see. By the way, my voice is still retarded. :(

Day 7

Holy Shit!!!! Worst night of sleep, by far. I barely slept at all. I felt intense pain in my throat and ear drums. The pain eased up after some time of being out of bed. I decided to go out with my friend Amy to enjoy my day. We went to a cafe, where I had a chai latte and pumpkin creme brulee. I felt fine, but I knew I was talking too much. My throat was in pain all day. After the cafe, we decided to go to Target. I was feeling fine up until we walked in the store. I was fighting it, but while it the dressing room, I almost fainted. I was having hot flashes mixed with a serious stomach ache. I immediately ran to the bathroom. It seems like my new diet has fucked up my stomach. This really needs to end soon.....

Day 6

This has been the best day so far. I had a good night sleep, even though I woke up fairly early, at 10am, due to stomach pains. I was barely in pain and actually had energy. I was able to eat some mac and cheese, pudding, soup, and even chicken. Making progress! I did loose another pound, of course. I sat in my yard from 1:30pm-4:30pm. It was gorgeous out. Oh and guess what, I finally got out of the house! I went to the movies. Unfortunately, as soon as I walked out of the theater, the pain began. I pray for a good night sleep and NO pain tomorrow!

PS- I can finally see the back of my throat. It is covered with white gunk and my uvula is fat.

Day 5

I feel like staying up forever. Sleep is getting harder. I woke up from the pain and hunger at 6am. I decided to take some Hydrocodone, which is liquid vicodin, for those that are not aware. I jump back in bed to suddenly feel like I just did 5 shots of Patron on an empty stomach. Dizzy and nauseus, this sucked. As soon as I woke up, I emailed my bosses to let them know that I am not going in on Monday. Of course they didn't reply because they probably don't believe me. My friends are even asking me what I am doing this weekend. UMMM I just had my tonsils taken out, let's be serious now. Every one is shocked to hear that I am still recouping. I'm not. I did plenty of research before getting into this mess. As you may know, it takes adults much longer to heal than children. Full recovery time for this surgery is 3 weeks! My voice has a much higher pitch today, but I still sound deaf. By the way, I am supposed to be going to Hong Kong on the 22nd. My doctor does not think it is safe considering it is a 16 hour flight. I don't know what to do!! Do I want to risk my life for a tiring 3 day business trip to a city that I have already been to? NO. Anyway, I figured out what my problem is with eating. I am so damn impatient. It took me 45min to finish HALF of a banana. I feel like most of my week was spent on trying to eat. I was 125.6 on Tuesday and now I am officially 120.2! I am no longer bloated so you can actually tell a little bit. 

So I refuse to continue with my painkillers and I am vowing to be more patient with my food. I am suffering of boredom now. Luckily, this week has been gorgeous outside so I got to relax in my yard and catch a tan. It's Friday night and I wish I was able to go out. No one is even home with me. Ahh poor Lauren...

Day 4

Last night was the worst night of sleep so far. I think I need to get off my couch and get into my bed for the remaining recovery. Even if I have to sit up straight, it would probably be more comfortable in my bed. 

So everyone assumes that ice cream is the diet for those suffering from this surgery, but my doctor said I can not have dairy. After researching, I found out that dairy causes phlem and a cough. I was craving a chocolate shake from Burger King today. I decided to ignore the doctor's orders and go for it. Thank god I did bc this milkshake was the ONLY thing I could actually finish. While drinking, it soothed my throat and helped my voice out a bit. Mind you, I am sounded deafer and deafer each day. I highly doubt I will make it to work on Monday. There are still no signs of improvement. Oh guess what, I officially lost 5 pounds! Too bad you can't tell though. I am super bloated from being days late on my period and days constipated from the anesthesia. FUN.

Day 3

I guess it's true. It does get worse as the days go on. I could not even sleep last night. At 7:30am, I took my shot of Hydrocodone and laid on my couch in a state of euphoria with ice on my neck. By the way, the ice really helps. I was able to get a good sleep. I did this again when I woke up because it put me out of my misery. The Hydrocodone is much harder to get down now. It burns severely. My body is breaking down without food. I was able to get down half of a protein shake. Very proud of myself. When is this going to end????

Day 2

I woke up feeling horrible, but with the help of Hydrocodone, I started to feel better. I was able to talk today, but I sound deaf. Sorry Grandma. Anyway, this day was hell. I am STARVING. I can't seem to eat anything. I lost 1 pound in 2 hours! It is 11:45pm and I am 124 pounds now. I'll be keeping track of how much weight I loose. I TRIED chicken noodle soup, pastina, jell-o, pudding, banana, and ice pops. All I want to do is eat, goddamnit!!! I still can't fully open my mouth so I have no clue what is going on back there. I am just so happy that there is no blood. I heard some people bleed for 2 weeks straight. My doc told me that I barely bled during the procedure.  I also heard that the next few days are going to be the worst. I really hope this is false because I can't suffer anymore than I already am. I just pray that I can actually eat tomorrow. Oh and it was a pleasant surprise receiving balloons, a teddy bear, n CHOCOLATE from my office. Talk about a total tease. 

Day 1

I was asked to be at the hospital at 8:15am, but I didn't go into surgery till around 11am. At 12pm, the anesthesia wore off and I laid there, groggy with a super sore throat. I took a percocet, and felt great. I was even able to have a conversation with my parents. I left the hospital by 1:30pm. The ride home was a NIGHTMARE. The hospital was already an hour away from home, but to my shitty luck, this was extended to 2 hours because of a truck blowing up on the BQE. My prayers are with that truck driver, but of all times, this was the worst for me. The percocet wore off and I was practically fainting in the back seat. My eyes were closing, my head felt like a feather, and my body was breaking out into a sweat. I didn't eat a thing since 10pm the night before. I was drinking gatorade in the car, but it was burning like hell. I switched seats with my mom and sat in the front with the window down and AC blasting.

We finally got home around 3:30pm. I tried to eat and drink everything, but nothing was possible. Water, gatorade, jell-o, chicken broth, sorbet, popsicles, you name it. The best food happened to be mashed potatoes, which i couldn't finish, but felt it was easiest to get down. I was unable to speak all night long. I had to actually type or hand write messages to my family members. It was frustrating!

I went to sleep on my couch, sitting up straight with a humidifier on. Suprisingly, I slept great expect for a few times waking up in need of water. 

I forgot to mention how dumb my thoughtful mother is. She gave me a bouquet of flowers and pink breast cancer ribbons. Did she really not catch that??

Why?

Why did I decide to get this painful, torturing surgery??

Once or twice a year I get extreme sore throats along with cold symptoms. I also get swollen glands every month. About 8 months ago, my swallowing became very uncomfortable. It felt like there was small golf ball on the right side of my throat. It had to be a swollen lymph node bc my neck was tender. I immediately blamed my right wisdom tooth that was half in, half out. I had the tooth pulled, but sure enough, the golf ball was still there! I started visiting more doctors. One ENT told me that I needed my tonsils n adenoids removed. The next ENT was questioning who that doctor was bc he was clearly wrong. Oh and did I mention that I occasionally get those gross tonsil stones? Blehhh. Anyway, I decided to ignore it. It eventually started easing up until 2 months later, Mr. golf ball came back. It bothered me all summer long! I went to an internal medicine doc who suggested my tonsils be removed, but tested me for all viral infections. The results didn't show anything serious so I went for one last opinion with a well known ENT. He really looked at my tonsils and suggested that they be removed. Prior to the surgery, I read so many blogs, hence why I felt a need to write my own. Everyone has a different experience. On Oct 6, 2008, those bad boys were removed. My doc said they were filled with puss, which is probably a valid reason for my uncomfortable swallow aka Mr. golf ball.