Day 3

Okay, I just want to say I'm not posting the recovery for sympathy, but if I can be of some help to others who have to go through this I'm happy to do it. Also I'm bored out of my mind laying in bed, so it gives me something to do. Also I want to write it down as it happens, so that in a month if someone is getting a tonsillectomy I'll remember everything.



Anyway, on to day 3.



Well, as day 2 started off great it didn't end so great. I was sore and talking became impossible. Swallowing hurt like the dickens. But knowing that the next day was day 3, the day the scabs would form, I kept drinking. Sleeping was difficult. I think Sydney could tell I was in pain and not sleeping well, so she came up and cuddled with me putting her head on my chest - I hope she knows how much that helped - gosh, I love that dog.



Day 3: Morning. Worst pain yet. I couldn't wait to get some pain killers. However, I woke up feisty and in a terrible mood. I'm guessing it has something to do with the combination of sleep deprivation, hunger (and I don't know about you but as for me, just being hungry always puts me in a terrible mood), pain, and boredom. I'm still at risk for bleeding so I have to keep it easy. And I was such a wench to Brad (who was completely undeserving of it he has been so sweet. Last night he went to the store and even brought me back angel food cake with yogurt because he said when I can finally move on to solids he thought I would like to eat that - yeah, I married a great guy). So I knew I had to get out of the funk. I went on the front porch to eat my Popsicle for breakfast (I needed the air). Afterwards, I gargled with salt water - honestly that felt so good. Then I took a bath, cleaned up, changed pajamas - and I'm feeling tons better. It's amazing how your attitude has a lot to do with how you feel. Yes, I'm still in pain and talking hurts but now that I'm out of the funk I'm happy and things don't seem as bad. In fact, I'd say I'm feeling quite well right now.



Also what I had for dinner last night was delicious. I got beef broth and boiled with with celery stock, carrots and onions. Of course, I couldn't eat the veggies but the broth tasted so good. I'm actually craving it.

Day 3: Night. As day 3 started off rough it's ending pretty well. I've been able to eat a bit more and in doing so can take the Percocet much better. I still love ice chips and the ice pack. By far this has been the worst day yet, which I knew it would be. They say day 3 (when scabs form) and day 7 (when scabs fall off) are your worst days, so if I'm half way done with the worst then I'm pretty sure I can handle the rest. I had ups and downs throughout the day, so I wasn't in constant misery. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better. Positive attitude.