So today is supposedly the most depressing day of the year.
The equation is based on a bunch of factors like; time since Christmas, weather, failed New Year's resolutions, debt, salary, etc... I do think the weather is fairly bad right now, but the last time I left my house was three days ago to have my tonsils removed, so it's not really bothering me. And I'm not spending any money sitting here all day, so debt isn't becoming an issue (provided I don't start killing time with online shopping.) And my New Year's resolution of losing any holiday weight was taken care of within 24 hours of surgery.
But I suppose without the surgical circumstances, today would make a pretty good most depressing day of the year. If I were at work after driving through the snow and cold today, and looked at the calendar and realized it would be weeks before I had a vacation or nice weather to look forward to, that would definitely be a litte sad.
Not to imply that staying home recovering from tonsil surgery is awesome, because it's really not, besides the staying home part. And that's probably going to get old in the next couple of hours.
The surgery itself went better than expected. I hadn't really let myself think about it, because I was far more stressed out about not working for a week. They did tell me I could wear toenail polish, just not fingernail polish, so while I still don't understand it, that was cool. I had to take all of my clothes off, including my socks, which were exchanged for hospital socks. I don't get that either- what was wrong with the socks that I had on? And how would having them on have anything to do with removing stuff from my throat? I'm sure there are answers to these questions, but I can't imagine what they are.
They came in to put in my IV, at which point Boyfriend ratted me out to the nurse that I was still wearing my contacts. She told me I needed to take them out because if I rubbed my eyes when I woke up, they could get lost or shoved behind my eyeball. If I had known that was the reason, I would have lied about wearing them at all. I wake up in them every day. Boyfriend also shared that bit of information with the nurse, who proceeded to lecture me incessantly about eye health while putting in my IV. All was forgiven after she put the IV in though, because it was the best IV I've ever had. They use a numbing agent at this hospital, which I've never had before. Since I can't see my own hand without my contacts, I had no idea it was in until she started taping everything in place. Very impressive.
Next thing I knew, I was in a room listening to people talk about SpongeBob Squarepants being gay. I was horribly thirsty, but the nurses were really into this conversation, and were ignoring the waving I was doing. Since I couldn't talk, I started coughing, hoping I could get a little attention- I regretted this later when they gave me the aftercare sheet that said "do not cough or attempt to clear throat." But they finally noticed that I was awake and gave me some morphine and took me back to Boyfriend who was probably still telling the nurse that I don't even own lens solution.
I ate and drank right away, because I knew that was the criteria for getting out of there, and the nurse told me that it was the fastest she had ever discharged someone after a tonsil removal. Because I am stupidly overconfident under the influence of morphine, I decided that the pain was negligible and I would be up and running within hours. But now it's been three days and I still can't really talk very well and almost started crying when I tried to eat a tater tot.
But I have a bottle of liquid narcotics here, so everything will be fine. But also, it's made me forget what I'm doing and where this entry was supposed to be going. So, I guess I should just tell you to not have a depressing day. Damn. I really thought I had an entry about something in my head. I'll try again later. Enjoy Monday. |
