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So I’m getting a Septoplasty next week, and I am really nervous about it. Will it hurt? Will I say something stupid under anesthesia? Will my family coddle me afterwards? There are so many concerns I have that make me want to back out.
I’ll start with the background. I’ve had terrible post nasal drip and a stuffy nose for the last three years, which started after I had a cold or sinus infection the week prior. I’ve tried every medication to try and get rid of it (Flonase, Cetrizine, Hydroxyzine, Claritin, Zyrtec, etc), nothing worked. Eventually, I went to see an ENT after turning 18, she did a nasal endoscopy and said that I most definitely have a deviated septum. I got a CT scan later on and she said my sinuses looked great, but that there is a marked narrowing and indentation on my one side. She actually suggested I don’t get surgery, since she believed it was up to me to make the decision and what I thought would be best for my quality of life. I personally had no idea what to do
Yesterday I cooked nine pork chops. Now I have to portion and freeze six of them today. Then I'm cutting up a whole chicken to make a dish called Forty Cloves and a Chicken. And finally I get to bake my bread this afternoon.
I started making this bread Thursday by feeding and growing my sourdough starter. Then I made the initial dough on Friday, shaped the leaves yesterday and will bake them today. I letting them rise in the refrigerator. This is called a cold fermentation and should maximize the sour taste of the sourdough. I'm going to parbake one loaf and freeze it and bake the other loaf completely. I'm very excited because so far everything has gone as planned. But that makes me nervous as well.
Here's my usual point of view in my safe space.
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It's called "pigeon-toeing", I think. I do it all the time because I can feel a positive difference. The thing is, I have no idea why. I always assumed it was biomechanical but there may be a neuropsychological component
I am off call. Have successful sourdough bread rising in the refrigerator. Ate breakfast. Introduced Bert to the herd (he's back in his room now). About to make coffee and shower. Then out into the world to do grocery shopping. Other than the crowds I actually enjoy grocery shopping. Possibly because I enjoy cooking. Hoping to get in and out as early as possible.
Here's a Dash being cute.
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Today I received the information that my father was moved to the palliative ward. He was in the hospital since a few days.
He had lung cancer, and lost half of his lung, now the tumor is back and restricting the remaining half.
He is dying. The doctors don't know when, and if there are days weeks or months left. Nothing to do but to make hin as comfortable and pain free as possible.
I want to visit him badly. But I am panicking already just thinking about what to say or what to do. I could call him but me, taking on the phone..., and the main issue remains, what should I say?
I am bad at social interaction, yeah. I live with that. But this situation is wo much worse I ever could imagine.
I love my dad. He is one of the most important persons in my life. Loosing him will of course be painful, but being in a situation where I can get the call every day, every minute ...
Title says it all. What really irks you that you don't get to complain about much without catching some glances? Seriously, get as passionate as you'd like. I assume you're an expert.