Of Blood and Bed Rest

I'm pretty sure I'm still feeling the effects of the anesthesia.

If this is what it feels like to be drunk/hung over, I don't know how people can do it, especially my old friends from high school that have now become full blown alcoholics. Feeling like this day in and day out is no way to live.

Just want to update to say I made it through surgery okay. I'm not in a lot of pain or discomfort at this point. I'm still bleeding lightly and I can't breathe out of my nose and the worst part is I can't blow my nose for two weeks. I just feel like if I could blow my nose I would feel one hundred percent better but I'm pretty sure I would just make things worse, blow out my stitches and undo the surgery.

Anesthesia is the best and worst thing ever. It was great when I needed to feel nothing as the surgery was in progress but overcoming the effects was hellacious. Actually, it was the worst part of the surgery. The first few hours after I woke up were absolutely terrible. I was groggy and confused and my nose was burning and I had one of those clamps on my left finger, an IV in my right hand and a blood pressure machine on my right arm that squeezed the crap out of me every ten minutes.

You know I'm a big boy. And they had me in this tiny bed and I couldn't turn over or get comfortable and it was awful. I woke up with all these nurses talking to me and asking questions and I was trying to concentrate on what they were saying while simultaneously fighting back the sleep that was dragging me under. It felt as though I had been up for a week straight and my body had finally taken over and was going into sleep-no-matter-what mode. Yet, I couldn't sleep 'cause I couldn't get comfortable. For the next hour or two, I tossed and turned in that cardboard bed and the first time I sat up, my nose poured blood like someone had turned on a faucet.

I sat there with my eyes watering and blood coming out of my nose and my head was in another room and I just wanted someone to knock me out. If I could have crawled out of my body, I would have so I could have avoided that experience.

Yesterday and today have been a blur of blood and bed rest. I've been in and out of consciousness since the surgery on Tuesday. Actually, I don't even know what today is. I'm still light-headed and I've been spraying saline up my nose to keep everything moist. I don't know if it's supposed to make it easier to breathe but it's not. Nothing has made it easier for me to breathe.

Sleeping has been terrible. I'm supposed to be propped up so I'm not able to lay flat on my back (or on my stomach, which is how I sleep) so although I've been getting a lot of sleep, it hasn't been comfortable sleep. I've basically been sleeping laying up on my back and it's caused a kink in my neck and it sucks. Just discomfort all around.

I have to go back to the doctor next Wednesday for a check up. Hopefully he will irrigate my nose so that I can breathe better. Heck, hopefully I can breathe better before then. Right now, it's so completely frustrating because it feels like I have a head cold and I have a wicked stuffy nose and if I could just blow, I'd feel better.

I really hope all of this is worth it.

I think about my teeth and how I went in to fix them and they ended up in worse shape.

And now I think about how I'm trying to get my nose fixed and I just hope that doesn't end up being worse off as well.

This is gonna be a rough couple of weeks.