Friday, May 03, 2013


Today at Oh-God-Thirty, I am off to be anesthesia-d and sinus surgeried.  I have avoided looking up anything whatsoever, so I don't even know what the hell they're going to do.  (You may find this entirely uncharacteristic.  It is.)   I more or less trust the doctor/surgeon fellow (a friend's husband).  Also I have worked my way down the entire list in my favorite long boring review of 'what to do in case of sinusitis'  (antihistamines, check; nasal steroids, check; immune modifiers, check; lots and lots of antibiotics, check; CT scan showing total blockage of one sinus, CHECK). I have also had a stabbing sensation in my cheekbone and ear for FIVE months.  Someone, please make it stop.

I have made elaborate arrangements for other people to take care of my children so that Dr. S can drive back and forth in a highly boring fashion.  I have, hopefully, prepared a couple meals in advance for everyone.  (Dr. S can cook quite well, but is not fantastically talented at cooking with a background chorus of screaming children.)

So, until the narcotics, sedatives, and/or benzodiazepenes wear off, you can probably assume that I'm not dead yet, but I may be wishing for it.

(P.S.  These past 12 months are getting marked in my mental calendar as "The Year My Immune System Got Fucked The Hell Up.")

Update:  I aten't dead.  But I think I need to go take some more narcotics now.  I don't feel NEARLY high enough.

(I would also like to add that I had to repeat the childcare logistics to Dr. S not once, not twice, but SIX times. Especially impressive as his part amounted to: 1) take me to surgery; 2) drop off the kids at home; 3) get me from surgery; 4) be home at 2:30.  The End, Everything Else Is Arranged.  I'm very fond of him, but some days I wonder if I should tape notes to his forehead.)


  1. Good luck with the surgery and I hope it fixes your sinus problems!

    Also, I know you'll be sedated, etc., but yay for SLEEP!

  2. Good luck and hope it helps get things back on track for you!

  3. Hope this sets your immune system right back on the road to normal. Super-powered even. I mean seriously. They owe you that much right?

  4. Crossing fingers, saying a prayer, etc. that all goes well and you make a speedy recovery.

    Good luck!

  5. He definitely needs notes written on his hand. In sharpie. I wish you a speedy recovery!!

  6. Hope you're feeling better! And that this actually helps!
    As for having to explain straightforward plans multiple times, I hear you...

  7. I'm so sorry you had to go through this! UGGH! But I really really really really hope that your endless suffering is OVER. Because OMG.

  8. Hmmmm, yes, clever academic husbands who are kind of dumb at life. I told mine on the way out the door last night to put the dirty nappies in the machine through a wash cycle. He hung them on the line instead.


Comments are moderated, so it may take a day or two to show up. Anonymous comments will be deleted.