Oh, so I had surgery

Last Monday I had surgery on my throat to remove that cyst.  My mom was super awesome and flew in Sunday the night before and stayed the week.  She left yesterday and was really amazing help (even with all the baby things going on she was still awesome enough to come out and help me for a week while we anxiously awaited good baby news).

Sunday night (the night before my surgery) Craig and I went to the US tour of Les Mis - it was great.  We had such a fun time. They really put on a great show! I tell you this mostly because I'm pretty sure I was humming Les Mis music when I was coming off the anesthetics.  I distinctly remember having a vivid dream of the show and music and telling the nurse how my husband took me to to see Les Mis ("oh nice" she responded, although I'm pretty positive that she has no idea what Les Mis was).  It's hard to remember but I may or may not have also been humming the music while I was coming out of it.

After they wheeled my to my room I was waiting for my mom and Craig to come find me and again was fading in and out of sleep.  This time I was humming and dreaming about this song:



And of course that song stayed with me the rest of the week.  I was still singing the Ugly Bug Ball to myself today.

The surgery went well - I mean I was totally out of it.  In fact I don't even remember getting the anesthesia.  I was in the surgery prep - signed some paper work the anesthetic nurse told me he was giving me some medicine to relax and then they would take me to the other room for the anesthesia and then off to surgery.  I barely remember getting the medicine that helped me relax and then I was out, and dreaming of Les Mis.

Recovery though?- I'm totally over this - I just want to be better now.  I mean it's not like getting stitches and just waiting for the wound to heal.  My body is spazzing out that it's insides were messed with.  So my neck muscles and throat have been so tight and swollen.  It's calming down now, but I really wish I could take some magical pills that would make the spazzing and swelling go down - that's what's driving me nuts.   Ugh.  I have such empathy now for people who go through this.

Anyways,  I shouldn't complain - apparently I'm doing really really well for this and aside from a swollen tight throat I haven't really felt too bad.  But I just wish that feeling that the stitches are about to bust would go away.

Craig has been so good to me, very caring and watching over me (In fact he's on an important ice cream run right now) and my mom was really good too.  She kept herself busy by mending every blanket or article of clothing we had that needed fixed.  It was good to finally have her come out to NC and even though I couldn't eat we did take her around to eat herself through Wayne Co and took her to all our favorite places.

Thanks Mom - come out again when I'm not recovering from something.