Rachael

It’s always like having this long, deep, SMART well in my backyard — I can toss a question in, and you all answer me in so many wonderful ways. You know everything! Thank you, all of you.

The nausea is not quite settled yet — living on ginger tea right now, but I just called my pharmacist and she said I could take benadryl with the Lortab (you clever ones, you, who suggested this) — it’s gonna make me SLEEPY but I could do with a little sleep right now. The doc upped my dosage schedule to every two hours instead of every four, with hopes that would help. I think it has, a bit, but right now I feel like I’m on a boat, and I’m not that fond of being on boats.

This CAN’T be interesting to anyone but me and Lala, and really, she has to say that, doesn’t she? So instead, what I saw on my bed yesterday (Digit was there, too, of course, but we have visitors often):

Willie, with a Harriet backdrop.

And look away if you mindless assless chaps on a cat, but how cute is this sleeping pose?

I am miserable. But instead of whinging, I’m looking for a little help this time. I’m on this codeine/acetominphen syrup called Lortab. I called yesterday to see if I could take something else instead, but this is the only thing the doc wants me on, and indeed, when I missed the dose by an hour yesterday, the increase in pain level was intense. So even if I’m not noticing that it’s doing a good job of pain management, I guess it is doing something.

But the other thing it’s doing is making me QUEASY. I am nauseated most of the time now, and I feel like I’ve got the spins, combined with a constant mild heartburn.

Any easy holistic ideas to help me? Emphasis on the easy — if it requires brewing something in a something-else, I won’t do it. I am eating religiously when I take the dose (every four to five hours), trying to get some protein in, scrambled eggs or chicken broth or tofu. I’m drinking enough, I think. I want crackers, but unless they’re soaked in soup, they’re too pointy. Any good ideas on what could help with the nausea?

The saddest thing is that I started Harry Potter yesterday, got about half-way in, and I’m too sick to go on reading it. When I doze off and have those feverish nausea dreams, the last thing you want is Harry Potter anxiety, flashes of spells and potions, and Hermione and Ron going the wrong way and I can’t catch them, and OH NO! Ick. Going to find a light romance instead. Very sad. (And now I have Black Magic, "oh what a spin I’m in" running through my head.)

And still? This continues to be the best medicine:

    Tomorrow the cone comes off! Hooray!

This shit is for the birds, people. I’m not familiar with many surgeries, thank goodness, but I *am* familiar with tonsillectomies. I mean, who pluralizes that? I know how to pluralize it. As this is my second, I know that they’re not kidding when they warn that the pain will GET WORSE for the first four to seven days.

It just ain’t right, but it’s so. As Lala pointed out to my complaining ass last night, EVERYTHING I need to do is affected. Breathing hurts due to the holes in my throat. Swallowing is awful. Eating is almost impossible. Talking is agony, AND I sound stupid. Can’t sleep for choking, and I feel too bad to even wash my hair.

And here’s this huge ugly wound, constantly moving, in a dark, bacteria-filled, dirty place, and it has to just fight its way through infection to health. Me and my throat, we’re tired. I know I’ll feel better soon, in a matter of days, probably.

But it’s been five days, and I’m more miserable now than I was then. Ain’t no drugs good enough for this, sadly.

Digit is the best drug for me even though at the moment he’s making me CRAZY trying to bump his cone-head up on top of my lap while I type. See? I’m even annoyed at him today. Bah, bah, bah.

And apparently I kvetch like a sheep.

Digit does NOT like Clara anymore than he ever did.

Handsome as Anthony Bourdain, and twice as dangerous.

https://rachaelherron.com/hopefully-by-no/

Digit eating, growling softly to keep Willie at bay.

And from another angle, the table looks like this:

But oh my god, if you get up and personal at the tail level, this is what’s going on:

WAYLON HELD DOWN DIGIT’S TAIL for like four minutes. Digit still twitches the end of the tail when he’s pissed off, so I know he has use of it, but is the feeling diminished? It must be! To allow THAT! And why did Waylon just sit there for so long? Not playing with it, like he does ALL other tails, just companionably holding it.

Yes, my face is a bit puffy, but how much do I love sleeping with my little man?