I am home. Today has been bad. I haven’t gotten any better and actually fell back a couple of steps. I am finding out that this surgery (tonsils and softpallet) is much harder on adults than on kids. I didn’t hear that before the surgery so my planning is a little off.

I did play the fight game with Kaiser and got a stronger med that I can feel good about taking. They wanted to give me a particular drug that I think will make me feel sick and since my main worry is getting enough fluids and food into me that would be counter productive. I called a friend that is a doctor for med info and I called the pharmacy to find out the actual content of the possible drugs to see if they would cause the affect I was worried about and I got a different nurse when I didn’t hear back from the first one. Damn that first nurse so didn’t listen on so many things. I am very grateful for the second one who gave me all the information I wanted and talked with the dr over and over for me. I probably got more attention than I deserved but if they didn’t start out so badly, I wouldn’t have had to go so far to take care of things. I have had good service at Kaiser but when they start treating you like you are just a list of things to check off and a box to be stuck into, then starting to throw a hissy fit works with making them actually listen to you. It is a little like Baycon last year when emergencies where the only things taken seriously. I don’t like working that way but I am learning how to recognize it and work with that system.

I had to wait until Chris got home from work to get the drugs. That was not easy/well done. I was tapped out from dealing with the hoops from Kaiser and didn’t want to take my current meds because I would be piling the new ones on top of them. I got the new ones and thank goodness they are pills. I can swallow pills better than liquid and the doctors/nurses can’t seem to grok that. I also got something for the stomach acid that my all sugary diet is causing. I took the low end dose of the new stuff and when I found I couldn’t talk any better because of the pain, I took half a dose of the old stuff too.

Chris then packed my things in the car and drove me home. On the way we could start to tell the drugs were actually taking affect. My speech started to veer off in odd directions (more so than usual) and I couldn’t remember things and now I am feeling a little fuzzy around the edges. This is good. This is what I was waiting for and wanting.

It looks like I have another week of recovery. This time at the level I thought this last week should be. It is turning out to be a big deal for me not to be alone. I am home alone tonight. A friend is coming over for the day tomorrow. I have an offer to stay in San Jose for the weekend with Ken again. I just have to figure out a way back south Friday night. I have a possibility with a friend but she has been pretty fried and this might be more than she would be comfortable with. I need to figure out what to do during the week. I am not a happy camper about this. I don’t like asking people to take care of me. I feel bad about it especially since I can’t return the favor. It would drive me nuts to do for someone else what I am having done for me. I can do it for short term like a day or two. I can put a lot of energy into someone in the hospital. But the ongoing wait on someone hand and foot would really eat my goat. I am hoping that I can do something for them in return that is one of my skills and has value for them just for balance sake. I know I don’t “owe” them, I just want to be able to add to the coffer. Besides, that way they might be willing to do it again if necessary.