surgery...

my doctor told me, "this will be the worst 14 days of your life" "it is much more difficult the older you are"... yah yah yah.. all surgery sucks. nothing is ever fun about being bed ridden and miserable for a few days... well let me tell you. this little tonsillectomy that i just endured was something else. sore throats stink, strep throat is even worse, and the tonsil stones i kept getting was miserable, hard, and long lasting. but this... holy moly. holy FREAKING moly... i constantly wonder if this was worth it. i better never get a sore throat again. EVER.

here is what my throat would look like when i would get my tonsils stones or tonsillitis, or whatever the freak it was. my doctor wasn't even sure why my tonsils kept getting infected and causing other infections also. all strep tests always came back negative and when i would get this infection i would also get a UTI and high fevers and the worst part is its a virus so of course it just has to play out... blah. so we elected surgery to take the tonsils out since everytime this would happen it gots worse and worse, the last time breathing became hard since my tonsils were so swollen. so out they come. date set for march 11.

 today is day 14 of after surgery. i feel so much better today then i did last week at this time. my throat still is sore, but i can handle it. day one of surgery was a breeze. i slept all day long. i don't even really remember coming home but i must of gotten here somehow! day two was bad bad bad, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, just as miserable, day 10 and i started to feel better. the pain medicine made me sick so so sick and sleepy. i threw up. i couldn't sit up. and i thought i was never going to recover. there were scabs. i could feel them. they constantly gagged me. they would crack open. my throat would bleed. my jaw killed. my sinus's killed and my mouth tasted awful. i couldn't sit up without being insanely dizzy. and my ears felt like i had ear infections. on day ten i kicked the pain medicine and figured pain is better than being dizzy,  stuck in bed, and throwing up. so the next few days were CRAZY painful but i started feeling better. hallelujah. i finally made my first appearance downstairs on day 11. wheww... that was BRUTAL. i am so glad to have it all behind me.

when i think about how much time i missed with my kiddos i get sad. i would lay in bed feeling sad that i hadn't held ayla in a week or that i hadn't been able to talk to my big kids about their day when i use to tuck them in a night. i had no idea what they did during the days, the days were just a blur of sickness. so now, that i am better i cant help but feel SO GRATEFUL for my health. i love that i get to stay home and be with them. i love that i get to run and play outside with them. and i love that i get to teach them and raise them, not someone else. but i also am so thankful for all those that helped. no way i could of been a mom and went through that. i knew my kiddos were and good hands, and lets face it. they enjoyed EVERY SECOND of the last few weeks.

so here is to better days and never having surgery again!