I just got back from the oral surgeon and I look like Carly Simon. If my lip extended anymore I could use it as a cup holder. The procedure took about an hour and a half, complete with mystery 'bright green something' that is going to the pathologist. Mr. Nosy, who loves to talk out of his ass, claimed I would get 'a few stitches that dissolved'. Yeah... Seven NON dissolvable stitches later I am now going to have to go back to get them removed. The surgery went well... except for when the numbing medication started to wear off while he was working on the tooth. That and when I had to pee and they decided it was a good time to squirt water all over the place every ten seconds. I don't know what pain was worse... feeling the root of my tooth being worked on for a moment or having to pee so bad I thought my bladder would burst while water was being 'spritzed' across my face every ten seconds.

The surgeon said that he thinks this 'might' do the trick, even though he didn't find particles or something that would explain why the other treatments didn't help. He then described the puss as something that probably 'evolved' and was self sufficient so the cleanings didn't help. Oh great... I just caused a mass murder of lower life forms evolving in my mouth. That will rock me to sleep tonight. Then again... the Vicodin G-ds should help with that area.

Caution: bodily function discussion ahead. :p

So Saturday I decided to 'cheat' a little and have some cottage cheese with sliced banana. It was just a little bit... Just enough to cause excruciating pain. I ate at about 11PM on Saturday and by 1:30AM I was in pain. Nothing I did made it better. Between 1:30AM - 3:30AM I walked around, tried going to the bathroom and finally threw up. Not a lot, but enough to allow me to sleep. In the morning I awoke to horrible pains. I read through the paperwork and it mentioned constipation. I tried drinking some medicine and it was enough to show me the real cause. Apparently I had blocked my stomach because of the swelling. The meds was enough to bring it all up. I'm not supposed to throw up because of the pressure on the stitches so I waited to see if I fucked that up. So far nothing. Needless to say I was not a happy camper yesterday. At least the pain is gone.

Okay, maybe just a little. Yesterday was one of the tougher days. I couldn't sleep all night. I was hungry. I was dizzy. I was pouting. I was... in pain. I fucked up and ate lasagna, which is a no no. What I really want is a normal meal. Some salad, diced potatoes and chicken. I just want to get back to feeling right. My stomach is still not right and everything I have makes me feel icky. Ew. I'm whining. Did I mention PMSing? *looks up* Guess not. This is a shitty week for me and an even shittier week for Jake.

I also hate that I'm stuck in this fucking apartment and have nothing else to write about except being stuck here. *sigh* Maybe I should just take a hiatus until I get out. Blah.

I got back from the surgeon today. He must have swallowing a handful of NICE NICE pills before he opened the door. We were greeted by a smiling doctor, shaking hands and asking how everything was. It was a vast difference from the asshole I had to deal with in the hospital. Maybe he realizes what an ass he was... but I doubt it. I was just grateful to have a pleasant experience with the prick. :p

My pains are normal so that is a relief. As the swelling goes down the pains are the healing process. No way I could have gone back to work any sooner. I have been feeling really dizzy and light headed today so he said to up the caloric intake. So much for the pounds melting away. My back isn't killing me after walking around which really made me feel better. He said I may find some internal stitches popping out as they dissolve. I'll look like a FemBot! :D

I want to say that this experience has been an eye opener. I couldn't have done it without the love and support Jake has given me. I am so lucky to have him by my side. <333

Thank you Jake. I love you with all my heart and soul.

I had my first almost real meal. Minestrone Soup... blenderized. That's right... There wasn't a speck of anything in it but it was goooood. I ate more than I was supposed to (oops) but it was too good to pass up. I looked up the serving size after I finished the meal. My bad. So far no pains, etc... One thing I learned from this experience is to NEVER assume it's going to be a walk in the park. I figured I would have six weeks of needed vacation to lounge around and rest. The clear liquids would be a no brainer and what is one month or two compared to the healthier you? I should have mentally prepared for this. I was trying so hard to just get past the surgery that I didn't think about the recovery process. I feel bad for Jake. By the time he gets home he's worked all day and wants to unwind. Meanwhile I'm ready to explode from boredom and feel uber needy. Of course when I fuck up and do something I'm not supposed to (and hurt myself) he gripes at me for not asking him to do it.

My friend called today after getting back from Australia and I overwhelmed her with chatter. I was just so glad to talk to someone. I don't think she got a word in for the first twenty minutes or so. :D Finally I stopped the "MEMEME" and asked about her. Yeppers, I may be slow but I catch on...

I have been fighting off a bit of depression the past couple of days. Two weeks of being stuck indoors, unable to eat anything and walking around our one bedroom apartment for exercize finally got to me. Yesterday I broke down and Jake whisked me away to... Best Buy. I bought Romancing The Stone/Jewel of the Nile, Independence Day, Speed, Alien, Aliens, Silence of the Lambs and Down Periscope. I may not have a great taste in movies... but at least I have more to watch! It felt soooo good to get out for a bit. I am hurting today because of it but that's okay. I go to the doctors on Thursday for my first check up. This should be fun. The only good part about an all liquid diet is that I've lost 21 pounds in 2 weeks. It's amazing what a 125-150 calorie a day intake can do for a body. :p

I am bored out of my fucking skull!!!!!


























That is all.

I never noticed how much I would miss food until I can't eat it. I have one more week of clear liquids before I can start on foods. Even then it's going to be a slow process. But ANYTHING is better than Jello, water, popcicles and broth. Watching movies are really hard when it gets to the food scenes. I was dying for a salad with tomatoes... and sure enough that's what they were eating. I want a potato so bad... and still do even after watching an actor throw it up in another movie.

Speaking of movies... I am very annoyed at Columbia House. I ordered five movies on August 31st so they would be here in time. I get back from the hospital and still no movies. I found Columbia House's phone number via the Get Human site and they assured me it would take 7 to ten days. No fair! I can't sit at the computer long and can't walk far... I'm bored out of my mind. My love affair with CH is turning into a 'eh, they're okay'. Entertain me, damn it!

So I have a temp. The doctor notes say to call if it's 100.5. I'm 99.6 so I'm going to wait. The joys of healing. Yay....

It's funny how body functions are treated in different settings. I never thought I'd be praised for passing gas, peeing and crapping. My three days in the hospital are finally over (thank goodness!) and I am at home recouperating. The surgeon was standoffish the whole time, but whatever. He did his job. He did a damn good one too. Sleeping/sitting/moving is still very hard, but I am coming along quite well.

Oh and if you ever need to rest, DO NOT expect to in a hospital. The every six hour check ups turn into every three for the night. I had my blood pressure, pulse and temperature taken at 11PM, 2 AM and 5AM. Plus the nurses were conducting a hen party, clucking all night long. You'd think they'd keep the laughter to a dull roar... Oh well. All of my nurses were kick ass. My roommate was a sweet kid with an unknown illness. One night her doctors were in her part of the room for 4 hours. Turning the lights on, trying to do tests and asking questions that could have waited until the AM. Idiots.

It felt so good to walk through the door today. I missed being home so bad. Now I can finally rest and drive Jake crazy.

The long journey to better health is finally coming to the bend in the road. Tomorrow at 7:30AM I will be on my way to surgery. That means I have to be in admissions at 5:15AM. I didn't even blink when the guy told me. I was just so ecstatic about getting first case. Everyone's fresh, ready to go and there are no hold ups. Now the realization sets in and I am having a mild panick attack. Go me! I'll get up at 4AM, jump in the shower and be ready to go. No make-up (*shudders*), no breakfast (*sigh*) and no coffee (kill me now).

I will be in the hospital for three days and not sure of when I will be online after that. Next week for short periods for sure. Until then... See you on the flip side!

I really hate bitching about insurance. I chose to have it instead of paying more for a PPO. And my primary doctor is one of the best out there. I'm amazed at how lucky I was to have gotten him. The insurance gets to me when I am forced to see doctors I wouldn't if I had the choice. Right now I am getting ready to have surgery on Tuesday with a doctor I don't want to have. It's not even about his skill as much as his bedside manner. He was told some wrong information and decided to have a meltdown while on the phone with me. I don't want to get into specifics... but it was pretty insane. The worst part was when he said I was not a patient but an employee and had no right to say anything negative. He never apologized, even after learning that he was wrong. Today was going to be my big day. I was going to finally see him and decide if I could go through with the surgery. After waiting an hour and a half I was greeted by a Fellow who said she would be assisting on the operation and my doctor was out of town until Monday. WTF!?! After going through the motions of signing all the paperwork I walked out in tears. By the time I got into my car I was crying. I don't even know how I made it home. After crying to my doctor and my friend I emailed the surgeon to call me. There's no fucking way I'm going to let him operate without clarifying his intentions. Now I'm back to the waiting game and feel absolutely miserable. Yeah, I'm going to be pleasant to be around...