Well guess what? I'm having my sinuses scraped in 2 days. What in the fucking hell you say? I know, I know. But it's a necessary thing. Trust me. I cannot breathe. I haven't been able to breathe for about 2 - 3 years and it's getting worse. I've become one of those nasty mouth breathers when I sleep...not to mention a snorer, a jumper, and a major gas passer. Well that last part really doesn't have anything to do with my sinuses but I thought I would throw it in there for shits and giggles.
Sleep Apnea is a real fucking peach of an ailment too, let me tell you. That's where you stop breathing and you wake yourself up all night, usually with a ridiculously loud snort and an even more ridiculously violent jerk that scares the shit out of you and anything in the near vicinity of you. I'm constantly exhausted. The bags under my eyes could give a 90 year old woman a run for her money, not to mention the dark circles.
So, needless to say, while I do have a bit of anxiety about the surgery and the week after, which I will spend with stints and packing in my nose, it thrills me to know that my life will dramatically improve in just about a week from now. I'm also extremely grateful that I have the ability/opportunity to get this surgery. So many people would just have to suffer through it, perhaps for the rest of their lives, which is incredibly sad to me. And let me tell you, not being able to breathe at 100% capacity is a tough hand to play.
Speaking of hands...I think my fingers are still growing. Weird, huh. They're slowly starting to resemble tentacles. I wonder if they have a surgery for that?
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