I’m a little late for a Happy New Year post, so maybe this is a “Happy Valentine’s Day: the year of me” kind of deal. But, if I had written this earlier, I wouldn’t be able to show you this fancy (and heavy!) medal that I got for subjecting myself to cold water, mud, barbed wire, lots of running (okay… quick jogging), and bunches and bunches of obstacles to climb, swing, and roll through.
So, it’s been about a month since my tonsils and I parted ways. Days 9 through 14 were pretty much the same – the (really, really gross) scabs started “healing” around Day 10/11 and it was all I could do to just keep swallowing so I would never, ever, ever know what they looked or felt like. It took about a week for my tongue to stop being so sore. Do you know how often your tongue clears food away from corners of your mouth? Well, now I do and it’s pretty often.
I managed to treat my throat and scabs very gently, my doctor having put the fear of bleeding into me. Basically, if you start to bleed and it doesn’t stop, they have to cauterize it and your recovery starts all over. No one wants to do that. If I was eating something I thought was soft enough and felt it pulling on a scab as I swallowed, I pretty much stopped eating and went back to drinking my meals. Maybe I was paranoid, but I really wasn’t willing to risk it. Continue reading
Okay, so I totally thought that because it was just a 30 minute procedure, the prep would be simple. I knew there would be anesthesia, and I knew not to eat or drink anything after midnight. I was told to wear comfy clothes, but I didn’t realize they make you change out of those comfy clothes to wear a gown and hair net until you’re done. They do give you these super comfy non-slip socks (which I totally wore for days after I got home) and keep coming by with warmed blankets so you don’t get cold. You also get an IV in your arm, which is super fun when you realize that the red puddle dripping down the chair is not some sort of flushing liquid but is, in fact, your blood that somehow got all over the place. At least they let T sit with me once I was prepped until they were ready for me.
Pro tip: if you wear contacts, take them out because they end up taping your eyelids shut while you’re under and the nurse will make you take them out. I don’t know why I didn’t just wear my glasses… I’m glad I was sensible enough not to put makeup on at 5 am because I think they would have made me wash my face.
So, here are my prep and recovery notes for the first week. Continue reading
There are a lot of helpful posts on the Internet from people (adults) who have gotten their tonsils out, to give you an idea of what recovery is like and reassure you that you are not, in fact, a giant wuss who can’t handle a little pain. While these posts were useful in giving me a range of what I might or might not expect, the whole “what can you eat/not eat” has been way off. And so, because this is exactly why people have blogs, I’m going to tell you how this whole tonsillectomy recovery thing is going for me. Continue reading
Is there such a thing as a food Instagrammer? Because I feel like I no longer qualify as a blogger. You have to actually write blog posts, with text and such, to be a blogger, right? All I’ve been doing is snapping pics in Instagram and throwing a few words out now and again, and even then I think half my feed consists of me and my lazy cat.
I’m going to try and be better. The photos may not get better and I’ll never post beautiful essays, but I’m trying.
At least I left you all with thoughts of cake for the last few months!
ps – How was your 4th of July? I hope some of you watched some good fireworks for me. I spent the weekend being used as slave labor for “the garage project” and then we bounced around to a couple of friends’ places and ate their food.
This year, I make no resolutions. No promises, no bucket lists, no deadlines of things to do before the year is out. I certainly make no claim to be a better blogger this year, only to try and be a better blogger friend and get out more. Every year goes by so quickly and it’s all I can do to just keep up with the passing weeks and months, let alone try and keep up with self-imposed guidelines.
We spent the holidays here, just chilling with our last-minute, 50% off Christmas tree and a roaring fire when it finally got cold enough to build one. I spent the last week of 2014 sick, sick, sick with a cold because I got cocky and couldn’t help giving my sweet husband kisses even though I knew he had a cold. Even so, we cleaned the house, roasted some pig, and had a few friends over to ring in the new year. Except we kind of missed it because I ended up on the channel with Pitbull and his poorly-timed performance that kind of ran past midnight with no real countdown, so I switched to another channel that the DVR somehow let me rewind to before the ball drop and then we had a proper countdown a minute past midnight.
I have no amazing party recipe for you, or decorating tips, or cute puppy photos (although, you check out my Instagram feed where I’m pretty sure I scarred my pup for life as we wore matching Christmas tree headbands), but I WILL give you a random 15 Things I Learned About Myself Last Year:
Disclosure: Melissa’s Produce provided me with a box of produce as part of the San Diego Food Blogger Challenge but was not compensated for my review. As always, all opinions are mine.
I really thought I’d have more free time this year. Then we got into a pretty major remodel (we’re adding a second story master bedroom and bath, which required half of our existing first floor to get rebuilt/reinforced), my job sucked up a lot of time, and I think I just lost all motivation and energy for anything. Then I changed jobs (or, rather, companies since I’m still doing roughly the same thing) and almost immediately felt happier. Not lying, that one change improved my attitude immensely. But we were still dragging through the remodel, crammed into the front room of our house with 3 dogs and 2 cats.
This weekend, we hit a major milestone with the remodel – the first floor of the house was finished to a point where we could start moving furniture out of the front room and into the rest of the house. In just a single day, we expanded our living space 4-fold and got settled into our new family room (pictures to come, I swear, unless you follow me on Instagram where I’ve been periodically posting photos as we go.) All of a sudden, I just wanted to get into the kitchen and bake. Instead of just going to the kitchen to eat.