So long tonsils!

B says that he doesn't really remember not suffering from chronic sore throat. This year has for sure been the worst sore throat year on record. We went to Hawaii in February. He got a sore throat two days before we were supposed to leave. Said sore throat finally went away the second week in September. Now you may be thinking to yourself,"Self, that surely is an exaggeration." But I assure you, it is not. He finally decided to go to an ENT. There the two master minds, B and the Dr, decided it was time for the tonsils to come out. (I don't know why it takes a co-pay and a medical degree before it's a good idea. When I suggested the idea, I was turned down! No hard feelings, I'm just sayin'....) Here he is, happy as a clam before surgery.

This is what I walked into after they told me that I could come back. I'm not gonna lie, I was relieved when they said he was awake and in recovery. I know it's a simple surgery, but I was still nervous. I can't imagine having him go through a major surgery. I would fall apart!

I know that this looks like it must be a very posh hospital that they let me sit in a recliner with a pillow, but things aren't always what they seem. You see I have this weird thing that I can't see someone in pain. It makes me all lightheaded and hot. So I walked in saw B, the ice pack and heard him ask for a pain killer and that was the end of me feeling good. All the sudden I got really hot and it started going black all around me. Ya know, like I was going to pass out. I laid down on the floor of the hospital. NASTY! I know, but it's a very natural reaction when one feels like they are going to pass out. B had to call the nurse. We had to switch recovery rooms so that I could have a recliner. The nurse wanted to put me in a wheel chair, but I insisted that I was fine to walk across the hall. B got a card in the mail the other day from his nurse, on the inside she had written,"I hope BOTH of you are feeling better!" Embarrassing right?!

B checking out the damage.

That is really gross! The Dr. warned him that he would be miserable for 7-14 days. He was right. B lost 15 ponds because he couldn't eat anything. We went to the ER one night because he was throwing up, obviously not keeping pain killers down and was really needing fluids. So we went, got him fluids, IV pain killers and Zofran. Zofran is supposed to be this amazing anti-nausea medicine. It's been my experience, and now B's experience, that if you take it while you're already nauseated, it doesn't do anything. Anyway, B is finally on the uphill climb of this ordeal. He was able to sit on the couch the other day and that's a huge improvement!