Oct 31 2011

all hallows eve

I’ve never been one who enjoys halloween much. Maybe as a young child it was different, but since I hit 14, it was just became some ridiculous event where you walk the neighborhood asking strangers for crappy candy you won’t even end up eating, and freezing your tooshy off. In fact, many years we our costumes looked less like the little mermaid… and more like this.

No thanks. (No thats not actually a picture of me, but it was sure close to what it looked like) Halloween soon became a time to just hang out with friends, watching movies, and having your parents only buy the candy you like, then handing out all the candy you don’t like out to the young kids that come to your door. And if a teen comes the door, the lights go out. Sorry, no candy here.

I have never understood how adults think its ok to go trick or treating? I mean really? Its pathetic. Go buy your own darn candy. Grow a pair. And don’t even dare to drive drunk down my street where my friends kids all play. Yeah sure, get dressed up, have fun with your friends, go to a stupid haunted house, and party the night away. But if you come near my kid. All bets are off.

I just don’t understand it. Maybe most of these concerns will get thrown out the window with the excitement of our child’s first Halloween and dressing them up like a dinosaur, or doctor, or whatever is the current meme.

It’s got me thinking, what will we do when we have kids? How do we present this “holiday” to my child and explain that it is just a fun time to dress up, and throw that ONE RULE out the window? Come on. Don’t talk to strangers. And then secondly? Don’t take candy from strangers. Oy. My head hurts just thinking about the costs incurred in purchasing an x-ray machine for the home… Maybe I can convince the hospital to just let me take a few films of my future child’s candy bag prior to them eating a taffy with a razor blade.

Oct 21 2011

Adventures in Anesthetics

As many of you know, I am a lightweight. Seriously, a total light weight. I should be labeled the queen of the lightweights. Bahaha. See? Crap, it’s not even official, and I am already drunk with power. But what power one would ask?

In all honesty though, one simple margarita inevitably leaves me giggling and flushed for the next few hours. Make it two, and I’ll be dancing on your antique dining room table. So just think about what could happen when you exchange the tequila for some anesthetics? A tiny little bit goes a loooooong way.

A few weeks ago, my dearest otolaryngologist (ear, nose + throat doctor) decided that after a kajillon and a half respiratory infections this year, it was finally time to remove my tonsils. On a beautiful Wednesday morning in September, we packed up and wandered off to have a “fun” morning at the hospital. After checking in, signing my life away in consent forms, having labs drawn, getting hooked up to some delicious LR, and donning that ever so sexy blue hospital gown, we waited. Sawyer, being the sweetheart he is, threatened to take video of me in the Recovery Room. It seemed like forever we were waiting, but my sweet Pre-Op Nurse kept us company (along with my MockingJay book – which I still haven’t finished). It wasn’t long before they came to take me to the OR.

While up in the OR holding area, the team all came to chat with me about the procedure, and what to expect when entering the actual OR – the EKG monitor, pulse oximiter, blood pressure cuff, the tube that would be going down my throat… Oh – and that it was going to be REALLY COLD. They loaded me up with some more warm blankets, and told me it wouldn’t be much longer. My sweet anesthesiologist Susan, came and spoke to me one last time before she began to wheel me in, gave me a few puffs of an inhaler, and some xanax, to “take the edge off”. Well it worked, because that is all I remember…

The next thing I remember is waking up in the PACU, to beeping noises of the telemetry, and my sweet Post-Op Nurse trying rather unsuccessfully keep my oxygen mask on my face. I remember her telling me that the surgery went well, but they had a hard time getting me to wake up afterwards had to use the reversal meds more than they had expected. Yay Narcan! (As I have said, a little bit goes a long way with this girl). Looking back it makes me laugh at how I usually am in the reversed role of holding oxygen on my confused patients faces, not the one continuously trying to pull it off. My lovely sister, Kristin + a close friend, Teana where both able to sneak some hugs in before I was wheeled down to Recovery to meet up with my husband.

Apparently, little mrs dazed and confused kept asking if they could get me a latte, unfortunately, I am still waiting for it, I swear she said she would be right back

The next few days were a complete fog, consisting of lots of meds, pain, blood, pain, the need for some serious NT suctioning,  and more pain. Somewhere in between the fog, I had  posted this on facebook:

Monday morning forecast: mental focus is cloudy with a chance of drowsy + scattered naps throughout the day.

It was not pleasant. Everything they say about adults having a harder time recovering from surgery is 100%. Kids recover so much faster – if you have the option, have your kids tonsils removed while they are young. I was a bad patient. I was very much not patient with my sweet husband who took a week working from home to take care of me. I owe him the world for putting up with my 2 am screams for pain medicine when I still had hours left before I could take more medicine. I know I scared him a few times. I am a very independent soul, I have never been one to ask for help. My sweet husband joked around a few times that we should leave the “fall risk” band on that the hospital had put on me in post-op. Maybe we should have, not like it would have helped other than to remind me that I was not in my right mind every time I clambered out of bed and stumbled down the hall towards the bathroom. Thankfully, my footsteps are not that quiet and Sawyer came running at the first sound of my feet hitting the floor. He saved me from many head on collisions with the counter-top even if only by a few inches.

Needless to say,  I am very glad that I am now, fully recovered, and feeling much better. Although I really miss having a diet consisting of coconut sorbet + smoothies.

Oct 15 2011

I am great in bed, I could sleep for days…

I found this picture while browsing my new most favoritist site on all of the interwebs… Pinterest! Seriously, I’m more addicted to it than like making cake pops, or sleeping (and you know how much i love sleep…) Sawyer and I stumbled upon a photo in which he describes as “the untold part of married life”. At first I scoffed, how rude right? Until I woke up 2 nights later + I had taken over 3/4 of the bed leaving him literally clinging to the edge for dear life. Sorry babe, I’m working on it… Well as much as one can…