One bad day

Well I didn't post last week after I found out, but I have ended up needing another surgery. Nothing related to February, this time I had to have some nasal/sinus and throat surgery. So far I'm not sure which was worse.

Okay, so it's really not fair to say I don't know which was worse. By far the surgery in February was worse. That time I was in the hospital three nights and this time I got to come home the same day. This one, I must say, has its drawbacks too.

Instead of feeling like I got kicked, punched, then stabbed in my stomach, this time I look like I got punched in the face. I have a bandage across the bridge of my nose from which two strings come out and enter each nostril, which are both packed with cotton gauze. On top of that my cheeks are puffy, although thankfully not black and blue, and I can't breathe through the packing so I look like a neanderthal constantly breathing through my mouth. At this moment the dog is looking at me like, "Hey, if you have to be like me at least let your tongue hang out."

What else could there be, right. Oh, since they cut out part of my soft palate I can't eat solid food. I am well versed in living off of liquid since I did it for a month back in January and February, but this is ridiculous. I really have no desire to be sucking down protein shakes again, especially since my stomach's just now getting to where I can eat a little better. Now my stupid tiny stomach will shrink up again and I'll get to start all over. Yeah! I mean I really don't want to lose 125 more pounds in the next four months. I really don't want to lose 125 pounds at all. I don't think me at 6'5", 128 pounds would look so hot!

So I've rambled on about myself, made fun of myself, and made you to feel terribly sorry for me. Okay, so that last part was garbage. You don't feel anymore sorry for me than I do. I'm just looking forward to staying away from the hospital for a while this time.