After 4.5 long LONG LONG months. I can breathe. I tell you, it pays to take action (as fast as I did) and go to the Ear/Nose/Throat Doctor. It also would have payed much faster if I didn't FINALLY decide to go to the nose Doctor on the Forth of July weekend. At any rate, I went -and I am breathing like a normalish pregnant person. I can sleep, I can smell, I can even taste stuff (I wish I hadn't tasted Max's banana pudding at dinner last night- but frankly, no one should have tasted that stuff).Two most importantlies of all, ONE I am no longer consumed with my non-breathing self. I don't obsess about why I can't breathe, when I might be breathing again, why the nose spray won't work, and how long until I can take more nose spray. And TWO I am no longer doing 2 of my most pet peeves, Mouth Breathing and Snog Sniffling. Plus, I'm a much nicer person I believe.
If, in fact, I could be any nicer :)
PS ultrasound on Tuesday......stay tuned.
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Saturday, July 10, 2010
Friday, February 27, 2009
Tonsils and some other stuff...
I didn't take another picture, but by noon our snow was completely gone. ( Thank goodness for an east facing house) So Spring is back on.... welcome to Utah, people.
Today, the Ear Nose and Throat guy said that Elasta Girl's tonsils are bigger than golf balls and he can't see her adenoids (cuz of the tonsil largeness) but they are most likely huge too. He showed us on a poster diagram where her adenoids were and about how big they probably were. (no wonder she can't breathe) He asked if I had noticed her breathing through her mouth much. OH MY LANDS. ONLY EVERY DAY. Mouth breathers are one of my buggiest peeves ever. Just ask me. Or hang out with me for 5 minutes. I have suffered in (almost complete) silence with Elasta Girl because, frankly I didn't want to give her a complex. Or be mean.
Her surgery is scheduled for Thursday March, 26th. I KNOW. A month away, I was almost a bummed about it as Elasta Girl. ( I think she was hoping for Monday) She will miss 7 days of school and as soon as she is ready to go back... Spring break will start. She won't actually go back to school until April 12th. Oh, I hope we survive the break.
As for those sad pictures of the girls from the last post: Elasta girl wasn't as sad that morning as she was tired. Although, she is always a bit sad when I wake her up for school. She was actually rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and not so much crying.
Roo WAS sad. She was sad that morning because I told her she couldn't have OREO's for breakfast. I know, I know. I'm so MEAN. So there you have it. One tired and one sad. It makes for a delightful morning.
Today, the Ear Nose and Throat guy said that Elasta Girl's tonsils are bigger than golf balls and he can't see her adenoids (cuz of the tonsil largeness) but they are most likely huge too. He showed us on a poster diagram where her adenoids were and about how big they probably were. (no wonder she can't breathe) He asked if I had noticed her breathing through her mouth much. OH MY LANDS. ONLY EVERY DAY. Mouth breathers are one of my buggiest peeves ever. Just ask me. Or hang out with me for 5 minutes. I have suffered in (almost complete) silence with Elasta Girl because, frankly I didn't want to give her a complex. Or be mean.
Her surgery is scheduled for Thursday March, 26th. I KNOW. A month away, I was almost a bummed about it as Elasta Girl. ( I think she was hoping for Monday) She will miss 7 days of school and as soon as she is ready to go back... Spring break will start. She won't actually go back to school until April 12th. Oh, I hope we survive the break.
As for those sad pictures of the girls from the last post: Elasta girl wasn't as sad that morning as she was tired. Although, she is always a bit sad when I wake her up for school. She was actually rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and not so much crying.
Roo WAS sad. She was sad that morning because I told her she couldn't have OREO's for breakfast. I know, I know. I'm so MEAN. So there you have it. One tired and one sad. It makes for a delightful morning.
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