My voice sounds like Marlon Brando's in "The Godfather".
You would think that that would command a little respect, huh? You are probably imagining my dear family gathered 'round my knee, eagerly awaiting each bit & morsel of audio brilliance to fall from my lips... Nope. I have to repeat myself all the time, wave my hands, throw things and the only way I can yell at my teenager is to send him a text in ALL CAPS.
After being on The Nose Straw for the past week, you would think I would be ravenous, but I'm not. Food looks interesting, smells good and I look forward to eating it again, but it is not making me crazy to not chew & swallow it. Who'd a thought? It will be fun to compose My First Meal. With any luck, I won't have to cook it :)
Medical Stuff: I still have a hard time sleeping at night. I'll fall asleep and wake up in about an hour with my tongue feeling like an old dried out dog toy ~ one of those rawhide pig's ears or something. I wonder, with genuine fear: can your tongue dry up beyond reconstituting? No pain at incision sites, just inside the throat, which is still sore ~ between 0 and 4 on the pain scale.
Tomorrow's post op day, where we hear what the news is regarding radiation, chemo or a combo of the two. I'm so cheap, I'm waiting to hear before I make a hair appointment. I am also going to meet with a Speech Therapist there. One contacted me & told me she would come out to my house. Just for yucks I kept saying, "I'm sorry, I don't understand you" and "What was that?". I had to 'splain I was just joking with her. heh.