Its been a few days since my operation and things are progressing. I'm no longer bleeding all over myself. Or others for that matter. My tonsils have shrank back down to a tolerable size where I can swallow without actually choking on them. Yesterday I went back for a post-op checkup, where the doctor proceeded to remove two 4-inch plastic things from the inside of my nose and then shove a metal vacuum contraption up my nostrils to suck up the blood-all the while asking me things like: "Are you ok?," "So. What kinda work do you do again?" "What do you think of this weather?" .................. Am I ok? Weather? All I could say was "ehhh.. " I mean honestly doc, you basically just removed a piece of my brain and are repeatedly shoving a vacuum up my face...Exactly how ok do you really think I feel right now. Do you see the sweat pouring down my face? Do you see my eyes twitching and rolling back into my skull? Even if I could think of something to say I would have to shout over the deasil engine powering that evil suction device. Lets just save the small talk for some other time ok doc? Just plug up this hole in my brain and we'll call it a day.
Its been a few days since my operation and things are progressing. I'm no longer bleeding all over myself. Or others for that matter. My tonsils have shrank back down to a tolerable size where I can swallow without actually choking on them. Yesterday I went back for a post-op checkup, where the doctor proceeded to remove two 4-inch plastic things from the inside of my nose and then shove a metal vacuum contraption up my nostrils to suck up the blood-all the while asking me things like: "Are you ok?," "So. What kinda work do you do again?" "What do you think of this weather?" .................. Am I ok? Weather? All I could say was "ehhh.. " I mean honestly doc, you basically just removed a piece of my brain and are repeatedly shoving a vacuum up my face...Exactly how ok do you really think I feel right now. Do you see the sweat pouring down my face? Do you see my eyes twitching and rolling back into my skull? Even if I could think of something to say I would have to shout over the deasil engine powering that evil suction device. Lets just save the small talk for some other time ok doc? Just plug up this hole in my brain and we'll call it a day.
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