So far, Day 3 of Tonsillectomy Hell is shaping up to be a real doozy. In all of our wisdom, we elected to dose Monkey Man up around 9 PM last night before he went to bed, hoping that he could make it through most of the night with no trouble.
Remind me next time I think this is a good idea to just go ahead and shoot myself.
Around 1:30 I heard him kind of rustling around, but he seemed to be breathing steadily and softly so I didn't bother getting him up to take medicine.
At 2:17 we were awakened by him screaming bloody murder. By the time we got upstairs, he was hyperventilating so badly and screaming and crying that it took us almost an hour to get him calmed down enough to take some painkillers and then get back to sleep. And for 30 minutes after he passed out, his poor little body was wracked with these little hiccup-type sobs every 20 seconds or so. He was so pitiful that both Joey and I were crying.
I'm not sure how we're going to deal with this tonight. Obviously waking him out of a dead sleep to take medicine isn't working, but having a hysterical, hyperventilating child isn't working either.
Today it's a lot more obvious that he doesn't feel well. Yesterday he would sit up and watch movies, walk around the house a little, and get stuff to eat. Today he's like a lump on the couch. We're hiding out in the basement right now while Reyna is here cleaning the house (and probably wondering what the hell these crazy people in this house do because there is always some shit going on here) and he's very unhappy about being down here for some reason. Luckily there are a few Power Rangers episodes on Jetix so at least for now he's somewhat satisfied. I am dreading watching Over the Hedge for the 9th time in three days but I know it's coming....
I can barely keep my eyes open. Hence the need for the toothpicks. Nap time cannot come soon enough today.
On a small good note, my favorite movie of all time, Boomerang, was on last night. I don't care how 80's that movie is, it is some funny shit. Favorite scene being when Marcus is trapped in Lady Eloise's bedroom and finally realizes that he's going to have to have sex with her, and when the lights are turned out he asks, "Is there any way you can make it a little darker in here?" Good stuff, people. If you've never seen it, you've got to. It is laugh out loud funny.
Now, off to drool in the recliner. Day 3 is supposed to be the worst, right?
Right?
*crickets*
Damn, I was afraid of that.
2 comments:
actually, you ARE right--day 3 of any recovery is supposed to be the worst. i guess that's an "old wives' tale," but what the f--we're old and we're wives, so it fits.
Ugh. The other shoe has dropped. I hope things are better than expected and Over the Hedge might be better with a glass of the vino?
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