{tonsils}

Having my tonsils removed has been awful.  I was warned that it would be awful.  It's awful.  I can't talk, I can't eat, it hurts SO bad and I look and feel like a drug addict on the percocet.  It makes my face itch and it makes me not be able to focus or read very well...so I think this post will be short.

I think the percocet has been making Stella all weird too because she keeps sticking her tongue out at me and scratching her face...so there you have it-mama and baby drug addicts.  We stay in bed together all day so I can feed her.

I had them out on the 1st, today is the 9th and I can honestly say there has been no improvement pain-wise...which is so discouraging.  Today is the first day I've felt like I can really sit up at a computer and type at all though, so I have to believe I'm making some sort of progress.

I got the stomach flu a couple of days ago on top of things...I think I'll probably have nightmares about that for a long time.  Throwing up with scabs in the back of your throat....

I nicked one of my scabs last night trying to brush my teeth and spent the night bleeding.

Really it's mostly bad news around here right now.

Wait, there is one thing.  I weigh 10 lbs less than Jon.  not worth it.

AND I am surrounded by so many kind people that have fed my family, checked in on us, helped with the kids, and just generally rescued us from this!  Thank you so much all of you that have helped.  Seriously I feel like that's the only reason we've survived and I've survived.

love you guys.