Written yesterday afternoon…

I was discussing what the doctor said with Tom, and because I was so out of it, I misunderstood some things. When the doctor said the symptoms seemed more bothersome than what he saw upon examination, it didn’t mean he didn’t believe me. He just meant that he normally wouldn’t operate on anyone who looked like me unless they complained of symptoms. He believed me when I said that while I was fine when I was up and about, I was anything but fine in my sleep. That’s why he was so aggressive with the turbinates, and yes, he did file some of the septum bone down.

I fed the surgery report to AI to have it summarize and interpret whether it thought the doctors made the right call by skipping valve repair and going right to the turbinates and the septum, and it agreed. I know it seems I always have to worry about something, LOL. But until I know if I’m breathing better, yes, I’m going to worry about whether this was all worth it.

One thing I can say for sure is that there was definitely a lot less pain than with the cholecystectomy. With this, I’ve had very little pain in my nose, which is where I expected most of it to be. Instead, it ended up in my head, throat, and eyes.

Of the three hospitals I’ve been in, I think this one was the best. They weren’t as nice in Brooksville, where they did my gallbladder, and Tampa General was kind of crazy. The tall, slim, dark-haired, dark-eyed recovery nurse was the best. I just think it would have been nice if they had prevented my eyes from becoming infected.

LOL, at least I didn’t pee. That was one of the things on the surgery report… urine output: none.

Since he said I was healing nicely and it would be safe to stop it, I decided to drop the prednisone since it could mess with my stomach and make my heart race a bit. I accidentally skipped my levo. My brain is so fried that I took it out of habit like I normally do when I get up, but then when I took the other drugs, I remembered that I couldn’t take the prednisone on an empty stomach, so I ate—and that would pretty much cancel out the levothyroxine. Oh well. It was accumulating a bit anyway.

Tom just got back from donating, and I was able to make us some scrambled eggs even though I could barely taste them. I just needed something with more substance in me. I’ll let him empty the dishwasher, but he doesn’t mind. He’s always offering to help, but because he does so much as it is, I try to do all I can.

This afternoon…

I thought it was the prednisone—although I’m sure I would be having issues by now if I were still taking it—but it was the amoxicillin-clav that was causing the side effects in my stomach. It was also causing my heart to race, so I had to stop it. I let my ENT know and asked Rhonda for Diflucan.

Really getting sick of this endless suffering and totally regret not putting myself out of my misery years ago! Slept horribly, and I’m totally exhausted. No energy to do much more than lie around. Now that some air can pass through my nose, I started trying to breathe through it in my sleep, and just like before surgery, I couldn’t get enough air and woke up. The inside is still swollen, crusty, and stuffy. AI says I’ll notice 30 to 50% better airflow after the stents come out, but that’s still days away. I feel very run-down and like I have a bad head cold.