A week before we were set to move out of our apartment, Phil was scheduled for sinus surgery. For about a year, Phil's sinuses just kept acting up. After many sinus infections and attempts to remedy with the good old Nutty Pot solution, things just kept getting worse for him. Even to the point where his voice sounded nasally and he lost all sense of smell! Therefore, according to his doctor, there was no alternative solution other than surgery. Apparently, as his body's defense mechanism against allergens in the air, tiny polyps had built up and caused so much blockage that this was the only way to get them out!
Phil's mom and I stayed at the medical center together while Phil had his surgery. I was about 10 weeks pregnant (baby was the size of a prune). Discovering that we were expecting, the nurses congratulated him, saying you ready Daddy? as they wheeled him into the surgery room. This was his first time "being under," so he was a little nervous about what to expect. Apparently, as Phil recalls, it didn't take long before the anesthesia took him out. All he remembered was looking at the nurse saying, "I feel it (the sleepy gas)" and then he was out. After what felt like forever (maybe 9 hours later), Phil was out of surgery and in the out-patient recovery room for us to see. Dr. Cabrera assured us all went well, and said Phil was a little groggy, but doing great. All I can say is, Phil as a patient is hilarious. He was such a good sport, and only needed to take his pain killers for the first day. We were sent home with lots of instructions on what to eat and how to take care of Mr. Patient over the next week of recovery. Once the doctor learned we were moving the next weekend, emphasis was placed on "you cannot lift anything over 20 pounds, don't even try." What a time to be moving... neither Phil or I could lift anything heavy. How was this going to work? I was told he may be a little nauseous for the first few days, as the anesthesia wore off. Perfect, I thought. I am well acquainted with Mr. Nausea and how to dodge him, he and I go way back. And so, for the next few days, Phil and I stayed home, nauseous together; happily eating our bananas, crackers and soup and watching movies on the couch. :)
Me and the patient on an "African Safari" at Disney's Animal Kingdom,
back in January. Just as Phil's sinuses really started acting up.
After about 6 weeks, we are proud to say he has made a full recovery. And, can finally smell again!
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