December 2010
5 posts
Norco,
you are my best friend. When you disappear from my bloodstream, I am reminded of how desperately painful my singed and fried throat is and how much it hates me. I pop a couple of you and within a few minutes I get dizzy and woozy and thankfully less pained.
There is only so many more days of this nonsense I can handle. I better look like a freaking super model after this crap. Like the gross,...
Ensure.
It’s my bestie. Keeping me hydrated and full of nutrients while it’s the easiest thing to get down and tastes like chocolate milk.
I’m now on a perfect 6 hour sleep cycle. I wake up every six hours to struggle down an Ensure and pop 2 more super-vicodin.
Can’t wait for this to be over.
Tonsilectomy is terrible.
Can’t speak, trying to communicate through paper and pen with parents who need glasses but aren’t wearing them all the time. And trying to tell me to stop eating yogurt even though it’s the easiest thing to eat.
Oh, and not to mention the fact that I can neither swallow or speak without significant pain radiating down my throat and through my face. Did you know that they...
