Shutterbug
Try Not To Stare
Happiness is in the journey......was never intended to be a destination. Reason people struggle with this, is they set too many goals and then they tell themselves they will be happy when their goals are reached. Thing is, we all have goals. Once we reach one, we make another. Then we do not allow ourselves to be happy until said goals are reached, which just makes it hard for us to be happy at all. So happiness is suppose to be in the journey, and the destination is suppose to be death. I don't know about you, but the destination scares the hell out of me.Example:I will be happy when I buy a house.I will be happy when I am making over 100k a yer.I will be happy when I lose weight.I will be happy when I win that medal.I will be happy when....... <anything you can think of>We put too much pressure on ourselves to accomplish things that will not matter long after we are gone...
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DISCLAIMER: I am drunk now.
Update:The last 2 weeks have been hell, to sy the least. Without giving away too many of the gross details of the recovery process, here is what it was like...The first week I had nothing but water, Popsicles, sherbet, and a few sips of ensure here and there. There was no way I was getting anything else down, because my uvula was swollen so bad that I could barely get air through. Medication did not even touch the pain and for those that get your tonsils removed... Do not vomit. Seriously.... You would be praying to just die and be done with it. At the end of the first week I was admitted into the hospital because I dehydrated myself. It was sooooo difficult to swallow even water. As for sleep... I set an egg timer to wake me every 30 minutes to take a drink of water. When I say drink... I mean sip. Tiny tiny sips. That is all I could manage.The second week the pain was easier to control with the meds and I started to introduce mashed potatoes and some soups. Scabs coming off is not a pleasant experience. It gives you that itchy throat that makes you cough uncontrollably to the point of vomiting. I am not totally sure if that is normal, but it seemed to be for me. The phlegm/mucus produced.... Gross. All the white patches... Gross. I was constantly disgusted... Not very attractive at all...Went back today for my post op appointment to find out I have to be in surgery at 8am tomorrow, because I did not heal correctly (probably had to do with vomiting up medication and phlegm) and they have to fix where my right tonsil was. Just the way my luck goes. Still hurts if I talk too much, and I still have to keep hydrated. Dry mouth is painful. I still have scabs that have not totally come off so it feels like I have cotton in the back of my throat at all times. Right this second I should be on a plane to Texas. No such luck. We will see if I am able to make that trip in 2 more weeks.
Update:The last 2 weeks have been hell, to sy the least. Without giving away too many of the gross details of the recovery process, here is what it was like...The first week I had nothing but water, Popsicles, sherbet, and a few sips of ensure here and there. There was no way I was getting anything else down, because my uvula was swollen so bad that I could barely get air through. Medication did not even touch the pain and for those that get your tonsils removed... Do not vomit. Seriously.... You would be praying to just die and be done with it. At the end of the first week I was admitted into the hospital because I dehydrated myself. It was sooooo difficult to swallow even water. As for sleep... I set an egg timer to wake me every 30 minutes to take a drink of water. When I say drink... I mean sip. Tiny tiny sips. That is all I could manage.The second week the pain was easier to control with the meds and I started to introduce mashed potatoes and some soups. Scabs coming off is not a pleasant experience. It gives you that itchy throat that makes you cough uncontrollably to the point of vomiting. I am not totally sure if that is normal, but it seemed to be for me. The phlegm/mucus produced.... Gross. All the white patches... Gross. I was constantly disgusted... Not very attractive at all...Went back today for my post op appointment to find out I have to be in surgery at 8am tomorrow, because I did not heal correctly (probably had to do with vomiting up medication and phlegm) and they have to fix where my right tonsil was. Just the way my luck goes. Still hurts if I talk too much, and I still have to keep hydrated. Dry mouth is painful. I still have scabs that have not totally come off so it feels like I have cotton in the back of my throat at all times. Right this second I should be on a plane to Texas. No such luck. We will see if I am able to make that trip in 2 more weeks.
