The Recovery Ward

A week ago tomorrow I had my tonsils out.  Fantastic way to spend the Christmas holiday, right? Oh yes, it's been oh so much fun.

Let's see.

For starters, I had to spend the night at the hospital because I kept throwing up blood after the surgery.  They kept me for observation and since I was hooked up to an IV machine AND drinking about a liter of water an hour, I had to pee about every ten minutes.  Which meant that Brayden (who spent the night with me) had to unhook the IV from the wall, help me out of bed, follow me to the bathroom with the IV tree, wait for me to do my thing, then help me BACK to bed and plug the machine back in.  Every. Ten. Minutes.

The next morning I got to go home, where I was immediately tucked into a large and comfortable recliner chair in my mother's "Christmas Recovery Ward."  See, I've had to sleep upright for the last week, so I spent all day every day in the den, where the chair and the TV are. But the Christmas tree is in the living room :( So Mom turned the den into a Christmasy pocket of goodness :) She injured herself hanging lights around the window for me, and she's gone through a box of Duraflames a day, making sure there is always a fire going in the fireplace :) THAT part of the experience has been wonderful. My mommy is the best mommy.

The constant pain and inability to eat anything other than broth and jello is NOT so wonderful. Christmas is for FOOD! Candy and ham and, in my family's case, a Brazilian meat buffet! (Yes, they're going to just such a place tonight, whilst I stay home and listen to the Lord of the Rings audiobook.) This not being able to eat is driving me absolutely NUTS!

Dreaming of turkey,
Kaitlin