On the way to get the stents removed. Hopefully. Tom missed a call from the doctor's nurse yesterday because he was dumb enough not to take his phone outside with him when he went out to seed the grass. As usual, no message was left, nothing on the portal. I worried all fucking night about what she wanted. My biggest fear is having to reschedule a time-sensitive appointment to a farther location with a 15-year-old electric car. 

Fuck mouth guards! I just want a break from all the appointments! If I could do daily appointments, I'd be out there working. Besides, the local place doesn't do mouth guards for sleep apnea anyway. After three doctors have mentioned it, especially the way my lungs were so tight after gallbladder surgery, I don't doubt I have sleep apnea. But my nose was definitely making it worse than it is, and I think—or at least I hope—I can at least sleep without the CPAP.

After only making it halfway through my antibiotics, I had to stop because they gave me a horrible case of the runs. I even got under 160 lb, although barely and only for five minutes. Been sleeping better than I thought I would, though. No funny throat sounds in a few days. Just a bit of snoring when I accidentally rolled onto my back. Still tired, though, and wonder how much is surgery versus sleep apnea versus TSH versus the oxy and clonazepam I've been taking before bed.

Well, as long as they don't keep adding appointments, I can take a break from all that tonight. I can see him wanting one last follow-up, but hopefully that will be a month or so out. I just want a break!

Been shoving some leftover Monistat cream up in me, which has helped a bit with the yeast infection since Rhonda's idiot staff fucked up and I haven't gotten my Diflucan yet. My new inhaler was called in, though, so hopefully that will be ready, too.

Six years ago, I loved weekends because Tom would be home. Now I love them because it's the only time I know I'm not going to have an appointment or any health work to do. During the week, even when I'm not at an appointment, I still have to watch for calls.

Later...

On the way back from stent removal, and wow! Just wow! I can already breathe so much better, and I'm not even fully healed! The real test won't be until I'm healed and sleeping, and while it looks good, it could be weeks before I'm fully healed. He called in Diflucan for me—hopefully to the right Walgreens—but we can have it transferred if we need to.

So he sprayed numbing stuff in my nose, cut the stitches I didn't even know were holding the stents in (the inner ones dissolved), and then pulled them out. Nothing hurt, but the lidocaine he sprayed in my nose tasted nasty as it went back down my throat. Then he sucked out boogers and other crusty debris like they used to with my ear (yeah, I know it sounds gross), and I’m to hold off on going back to the steroid spray for now but make sure I use saline a few times a day. Meanwhile, I’ll go back in a month, or possibly sooner if I start getting stuffy and it needs to be cleaned again. Going to try sleeping flat, but not with the CPAP, of course.

I have more to write about, but it’s going to take a while before I can get this journal caught up. I’m still pretty tired.