Breathe deep I do mean to come in here and write a full blow-by-blow account of the surgery day before I forget everything, and I will do that soon. I keep remembering odd things, like a sort of fever dream, and they seem to amuse the husband. The wound on my throat is supposedly getting better. I know it doesn't pull as much when I turn my head from side to side, and I actually feel comfortable sleeping in a bed rather than a recliner. We went to visit the pulmonologist today and got the news that yes, I have to go on steroid therapy, which mans that I must become extremely diligent in my eating and exercise habits. Sigh. I tend to be a boredom eater anyway, and I almost always feel hungry. Apparently the steroids will make me never feel satisfied by what I eat. Crap! Yes, this is MUCH better than the alternative, and if this doesn't help, I will have to go on chemotherapy (ack!) BUT STILL. Meh Meh Meh. wwwwhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiinnnnnneeeee. . . I can still hear in my dreams, "Bonnie, wake up. Breathe deep. Breathe deep! Wake up!!"
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