"Somebody blows their nose and you want to keep it?"
So today I had my follow-up appointment for my tonsillectomy a few weeks ago. Apparently, I've healed properly, and I have absolutely no restrictions on my activity level or what I can eat. Not that I've much worried about that in the past week or two, though. We did discuss, however, how yawning and especially sneezing is terribly painful. At which point my soft-spoken but jovial otolaryngologist apologizes for operating on me, and tells me that tonsillectomies are the meanest thing he does to people. Good times, noodle salad.
Anyway, so I learned that I had small adenoids that he removed (I wasn't sure because he didn't know if I had them until he was in my throat, and I don't remember our post-op chat AT ALL, but it turns out I had bitty ones and they're gone now), that I shouldn't get strep anymore, and that it will be a while before I manage to stop sneezing with lots of snot involved. The pressure in my constricted throat tends to be incredibly painful when I'm sneezing, and so... yeah. It's not pretty.
Oh! Something else interesting: so today, at my appointment, I found myself engaging in the abnormal (for me) experience of babbling about something about which the listener doesn't care. Normally I'm better at being aware of my audience, and limiting my comments, at least in situations like that, to relevant information, and yet, there I was, telling him stuff that doesn't matter. I even had the thought while in the middle of the sentence,
shut your mouth, you idiot!, but I just kept talking... Ahh well; at least I'm not completely oblivious, right?
