Sunday, September 17, 2006

What the H-!!

Yes I am still alive my peeps....I will not go into the details right now but just you believe me buster it was not an easy week for moi. There were all kinds of complications and difficulties. But I'm back--I'm getting stronger day by day. But don't be finished feeling sorry for me because I'm not finished with my suffering. Here are some pix that my Mr.Pea took while I was in the hosssspittal just in case you were about to forget that you felt sorry for me to renew your pity:

This was right after the surgery. It was suppossed to take 2 hours but ended up taking 7! My doctor told me he had a hell of a time getting that MF out! It was a monster cancerous thyroid that decided to engulf that entire area and grow around all my breathing and voice parrrts.

I wasn't feeling very happy here.....

Here I am the morning after-as you can tell I look swollen. But not bad for someone who felt like they'd been stabbed in the neck then dragged around on a rope by a bus.

That night-I was able to talk but not very well. I ate alot of ICE that day and still needed extra oxygen. My chest was heavy and swollen. I have to admit I was feeling a little bitchy....well wouldn't you?

Day two in the hospital-I had sort of psychotic episode that morning....they gave me some Xanax and here is the result. If you had to sleep in that torture device they call a bed only to get a half hour of sleep per night, have your already painful IV stepped on, wake up in the middle of the night naseous and with chest pain and difficulty breathing only to have the nurses disbelieve you and leave the room then spend the next 20 minutes throwing up so that they finally beleive you, been given pain meds that makes you itchy all over, have an idiot nurse's aid take your blood pressure on the same arm as your painful IV and hold the thermomter 10 inches from your mouth then complain that she can't get a temperature reading because she's too f-lazy to do it right so you have to strain your SWOLLEN HURTING NECK to take your temperature-you would have a psychotic episode as well. I sat in the recliner in my room propped up with pillows and slept way better than in the 14,00 dollar bed they charge 15,000 dollars a night to lay in.

Luckily I got to go home that night or else I might have stabbed someone.
I'm getting better and looking forward to getting back to life. I'll keep ya'll updated on the rest!

PS Poor Peanut needs surgery again......

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