Tonsillectomy...

Holy CRAP!!!!

I haven't updated my blog in MONTHS!!! I have been so busy and in many ways lazy that I have not informed those select few of you who read this, what has been going on in my life and kitchen. Here goes:

I've tackled a few simple things in the kitchen that I am proud of. Brownies from scratch, pancakes without a box or bisquick, Hollandaise and Bearnaise sauce and finally...Boston Cream Pie. Also, this coming September, I will be making all the pastries for my roommates' wedding. On the menu will be cookies, cupcakes, brownies, mini tarts, and cheesecake bites. I'm putting together platters of these delicious little yummies for each of the tables at the reception. I am nervously looking forward to the date. I get to use the kitchen facilities at the hall where the reception is planned. I think this will be the biggest undertaking I've ever, well, undertaken.

Currently, though, I am recuperating from the second surgery I've ever had in my life. After much ado, and an excessive amount of choking on food, water, and air, I finally had my tonsils removed.

I am two months shy of 28 and at my age a tonsillectomy is a BIG deal. I even went all-caps on the big. When I went for the consultation the first words out of the surgeon's mouth were, "You realize this is gonna hurt, more than you can imagine, right?" I wanted to smack him. Yes I knew it would hurt. Yes I've seen other people go through it. And, no,I didn't want to have it done. However, by the time I went to the Lahey Clinic's department of Otolaryngology my tonsils were so big they were preventing me from breathing properly at night. In fact, several times I woke up choking.

So last week I went under the knife, and as a nurse of sorts, I hate being a patient. Thanks to some abnormalities on my pre-op EKG I was convinced that this minor surgery would kill me. I was obviously mistaken over my pending death, but that didn't help my nerves half as much as the versed they gave me to send me off to cloud nine.

I had my operation 8 days ago, and have been recovering at my grandparents' house. I am going home tonight and returning to work tomorrow. My convalescence has gone extremely well. Everyone predicted agony, but I guess 27 years of horrible sore throats prepared me well. My face looks thinner now that those massive golf balls are gone, and my voice sounds less like I swallowed a tennis ball. I am still in some pain from the sutures that will soon melt away, (I hope!) but the pain has been very manageable. My grandmother has been taking very good care of me, another value to having good grandparents. I am anxious to get home, but I am going to miss being here. My grandparents have a very simple routine that I have adapted well to, and it has been so stress-free being here.

I just hope I can handle all the talking I'm going to have to do tomorrow. In the meantime, here I sit with a cup of tea, the new Kindle my mom got me as a "get well soon" gift, relaxing by the pool. It's been better than being on vacation, except for the pain and the stoned-ness from the meds. All in all, I have to say it's been a success. I just can't wait until I'm fully healed, I'm dying for a slice of pizza, or a focaccia sandwich and I can't have anything hard or crusty until I'm healed.

Wish me luck!