Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Someone in my house has been giving my plants special treatments that make the leaves look like this

so my parents have taken them to the land of safety, far away from tiny teeth.

Now, do you mind terribly if I do a group thank you?

I have gotten so many flowers and notes and gifts and yarn

and stitch markers and patterns and mail

all wishing me good health and speedy recovery and each one brightens my day so much I'm practically glowing (and I haven't had any radiation yet), and they mean the world to me, and I'm trying so hard to be organized, but the percoset gives me the memory of a goldfish, and it's all been SO much I've been the world's worst person at saying "thank you" lately...

So really, if you're one of the many - THANK YOU. It made my day, and eventually I hope to be able to getting to thanking you personally with something more tangible, but in the meantime I sent a prayer of thanks in your direction, and you have definitely helped make this into something far more tolerable than it could have been. THANK YOU.

Yesterday the doctor told me that Advil would probably be better for a faster recovery of my voice than the Percoset. There aren't any anti-inflametory things in the Percoset, just pain killers. Advil obviously isn't as strong in the pain killing department, but could help reduce the swelling which is still very prevalant in my neck, and is what's keeping my voice from coming back all the way. So, thinking that pain really wasn't that much of a problem, I decided I was going to give it a shot, and took a few Advil. I clearly underestimated the Power of Percoset. Pain was a problem, swelling schmelling. Four hours later, I would have walked on glass to get Percoset (hey, once I got it, my feet wouldn't have hurt either!) So back on the Percoset I am.

In other breaking news, ALERT THE MEDIA!!!!


I am a big time stomach sleeper, and making me sleep on my back could be used as a mild form of torture if you were looking for some way to do that to me (but don't, cuz I'm turning into a real whiner). But sleeping on one's stomach also means sleeping on the front of one's neck and there are pretty obvious reasons why that hasn't been extremely possible. (Seriously gross picture here if hinting about the obvious isn't enough)

Today, though, I threw caution to the wind. I had taken a percoset, was watching the director commentary of Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events and started gettin' that special feeling... that's right... that special "I'm gonna sleep on my stomach and I don't care if you like it or not" feeling. (okay, so I might be getting a little bit stir crazy)

I called Aslan and Trevor, and the three of us went back to the bedroom to do what two cats and a drugged woman do best. It was wild, it was emotional, it was crazy. And all three of us slept on our stomachs. For FOUR STRAIGHT HOURS.

I know. You're jealous.

We worked so hard at that nap, that this evening, my littlest nurse needs time to recover

But it's been a while, and we've over exerted ourselves so much today, I'm thinking it's about time to take another Percoset (as a chaser for the 3000 mg of Calcium I had to take today) and follow Aslan's example.

Thanks again to all of you...


Anonymous Julie said...

Ouch ouch ouch... reminds me of when my youngest sister had lymph nodes removed. She still has a teeny thin scar. Glad to hear your first step is done. Hope the rest go as well as possible!

10:39 PM  
Anonymous Marcia said...

When I fell and smashed my ankle (in Baltimore, by the way) and tore all the tendons and ligaments, all they gave me at J-H was Motrin. The trick is to take four. It works on both the pain and the swelling. Never cared for Advil. (Try to get off the Percoset as soon as possible!) Glad to hear you're up and around.

11:06 PM  
Blogger Amy Boogie said...

After my last c-section I had switched to Advil the day I left the hospital even though they sent me home with happy fun time drugs. I did recover well and was too tired to notice pain :)

I'm a belly sleeper too. I'm jealous. Very jealous. You can call me green over here.

BTW - nice incision. Not gorey at all.

8:29 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Glad to hear things are going well. I know what you mean about the stomach sleeping - it was the hardest part of being pregnant for me.
Pain pills- try taking 1/2 tablet percocet and take either 600 mg 4 times per day or 800 mg 3 times per day of the advil for a couple of days, then taper down. Linda

11:14 AM  
Blogger erica said...

Amie, I'm glad to hear that you were able to finally sleep like a normal human being and what better way to sleep than with lots of dog and kitty sleeping vibes floating through the air.

11:18 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Just popped over from the Yarn Harlot, as it's always fun to find new good fiber reads, and as a matter of fact, I have a hard-won piece of information to share with you that might even help!

When my Mom was in the hospital this spring (having tripped over her own running shoe), I had a doctor explain that layering a narcotic with a NSAID makes for even BETTER pain relief and swelling relief than one or the other alone - she basically said to alternate, and if you can have each every 4 hours, stagger them so you're taking pills every 2 hours, and still keeping to the med schedule. (ie advil at 12 pm, percoset at 2, advil at 4, percoset at 6 - i know how fuzzy the mind gets on these drugs, so better to over-explain!)

It really worked GREAT for my Mom, a frequent visitor to pain and pain management - and the other advice is "STAY ON TOP OF THE PAIN" - if you let it escalate, it will take much longer to get relief, and if you're using energy to deal with pain you can avoid, you're not able to use it for healing!

The verbose, Janet (a Seattle purlygirl)

5:50 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

And there's also my personal favorite - the Advil-Tylenol cocktail. It did more for my hands and extracted tooth than Celebrex or Tylenol III, respectively.

7:41 PM  

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