Now I Do Not Adenoid Forever - The Story of How I Goodbye Adenoid

One important thing that nobody tells you before you have surgery for the first time in your life is that when they gas you out, you burp up some of the gas after you wake up. Also, they don't tell you that the hallway leading to the operating rooms is designed to look like you are not supposed to be there. I guess that's because unless you are the patient or a member of the surgical team, you really aren't supposed to be there. But seriously, it's creepy. The walls and doorways are flat.

The first thing I noticed after waking up, aside from the oxygen mask, my neck and ears being sore and my arms being numb, was that my breathing was instantly better. It didn't feel as though I was straining to breathe before, but that's because I had been breathing like that all my life and it just felt normal to me. Now it feels like I'm diverting the trade winds with each breath. I'm also sleeping a lot better as a consequence - I feel refreshed when I wake up now because instead of snoring like a jumbo jet trying to fly out of a black hole, I get an adequate amount of oxygen.

I feel much better two weeks later than I did for the first few days after the surgery. Adenoidectomy is rarely performed in adults (in the 25 years my surgeon has been practicing, I am the third adult he has done it for), but when it is, it is a very different recovery. It wasn't as bad as, say, breaking an arm - that is, if I remember breaking my arm correctly - but the only thing that helped at all (and even still not a lot) with the pain was morphine and cold water. Other pain medications wouldn't touch it. Talking and swallowing were agonizing. I'm thankfully off it now, but even two weeks later, if I miss a dose of ibuprofen, swallowing gives me the sensation of my soft palate driving a nail into the bottom of my cranium. Knowing all of this, though, I would do it again if I had to go back. I don't miss my adenoids at all.

Yes, this means that a part of my body was cut out and incinerated and I am happy about it.

Also, I started my job this week. It's part time, so I'll likely need a second job. I already have been selected for a phone interview for another job. Hopefully I'll get it and finally have enough money to sustain myself.

And that's it. I'm done. Don't make me write any more.