My torn uvula!

Aug 05, 2009

VanDamme, the anesthisiologist, was so very kind.  A real doll.  At least I liked him until he tore my uvula!  That's right, either putting the tube in or taking it out, he ripped that little ball that hangs in the back of my throat.

My surgery went well, even though during recovery, I couldn't form words I was so exhausted, and moaned... and my nurse turned to another nurse and said, "Oh, drama."  When I was finally able to talk, I glared at her and said, "I can't control it, y'know."  She was suddenly all sunshine and smiles.

I was discharged the next day.  I did great!  I'd be doing better if I didn't have a throat injury.  It makes everything hard to swallow, and increases my nausea by leaps and bounds.

I am finally sleeping a little more level and not sitting up.  Waking up and getting up are still a difficult feat, but otherwise, I'm ok.  Really tired.  Will update more later.

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