Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Step Function

Well, my throat suddenly feels significantly better. The I can (almost) yawn, eat really warm food, and initiate speaking and swallowing without (significant) pain. I still feel my throat, but it's not as intrusive. I was beginning to wonder if I was going to be sick for way longer than expected, but I'm thinking I've turned the corner.

Planning to go cold turkey on the Tylenol with Codeine today, I took a dose and a half before bed last night only to toss and turn and get awakened by nightmarish things whenever I fell into a decent sleep. I could swear someone moaned and slapped my ass around 6am and I've been having adrenaline jolts ever since.

I woke up today around noon and staggered around, forcing myself to do awake type things. I took only regular guy Tylenol. I've done most of the laundry, had a bowl of cereal and a huge smoothie, actually drove a mile or so to the allergists for my five weekly shots. When I came back, I gave in and went to bed, waking up 3 hours later. Then around 10pm tonight, my throat suddenly felt better. I actually at warmed up soup. I'm still staggeringly tired and am heading back into bed ASAP. But I wanted to time-date stamp the recovery a little.

Also, I want to sum up the problems with Codeine. It does take the ache out of my whole face and keep it focused at the source in my throat. Not having my whole jaw and all of my tooth nerves throbbing was good. The rest, not so much. Codeine + pain makes me:
  • Cranky
  • Patience free
  • Constipated
  • Woozy
  • Tired
  • Unmotivated
  • Did I mention C.R.A.N.K.Y?
I asked about codeine at the allergist today and one nurse gets super energy bursts from codeine, and the other? Her son is a pain in the tuchus the day after he has codeine so she never gives him a full dose. I told them how low on patience I was and everyone there said, "oh, that's totally normal with the pain and codeine can make it worse." The constipation is actually pretty concerning considering I've eaten nothing but fiber for a week. I pooped sunday and again today, both times after going off the sauce to see if the works would unplug. (They did.)

Well, that's what I've got. I've still got white gunk coating the back of my throat and excessive exhaustion so I'm taking tomorrow off too, see if I can make it a whole day without being angry beyond what the situation calls for. And see if my *poof* now I feel better actually improves even more before I add stress and strain to the mix.


gail said...

Sounds perfectly normal to me! Surgery takes a lot out of a gal --- even one as young and in great shape like you. Sleep is the best thing for you.

Try not to do physical harm to each other, remember this too shall pass and you shall feel a kind of SUPER you haven't felt in a long time.

Keeping you in my thoughts and prayers and hoping that whoever slapped your ass at 6 a.m. appears with chocolate next time!


Anonymous said...

how come my freaky fever dreams involve a loss of transcripts that require me going back to high school, no moaning ass slaps.


CrankyOtter said...

Yeah, all in all, the ass slap dream was freaky but not so terrible, although it did make me check the door locks.

My usual 'bad' dreams involve crawling through a hole or crawlspace to get somewhere that should be easily accessible. Always been that way. I remember a dream in 5th grade involving an underwater cave system that could only be reached through a series of small tunnels from under an island. It also somehow involved Mr. Rogers smuggling automatic machine guns and people chained on the bare rock island, which was in view of the local pharmacy, but, you know, in Venice. Still and all, lots of crawling through narrow passageways.

The weird thing about one codeine dream was that I refused absolutely to crawl through any such passageways. Interesting, very interesting.

Also, usually someone I peripherally work with will pop up in my dreams rather than my good friends. But I don't think I had any recognizeable people in these dreams and the ass slap was disembodied. Felt real though. I wonder if I slapped my own tuchus in my sleep?

Hrm. I should just update the blog. I'm still recovering but back at work and mom is home as of monday night and sounding relieved about that.