So it turns out that my jaws are kind of fused with heavy rubber bands and a plastic bite plate in the middle, so I can't even really mumble. I eat via rubber tubing attached to a syringe; I kind of trickle it along my molars and some of it works its way in.
By "eat" I mean "drink water or Coke." Attempts at Boost made me super-blerfy (god, that stuff is bad even when you're not post-op) and the strained oatmeal this morning was so thick I had to suction it right back out. I just now, like, five minutes ago, started feeling hungry. Should be going home soon, where all the decent juice is. Who brings cranberry juice to someone on nausea meds? Silly hospital.
The surgery itself apparently went very well. I don't remember going under at all (they gave me some Valium for the ride down the hall, and I do remember feeling that kick in) but I apparently woke up pretty fast -- I recall the tubes being pulled.
Everybody here has been so wonderful that I only have one funny story, involving the nurse in the recovery area, who was a total asshole and couldn't quite work out the whole jaw-wired-shut thing. I kept trying to make her read my notes, and she was all, "Yes, I *know* you've had nose surgery!" And she wouldn't let me have my Afrin (which I kind of need to breathe). They immediately switched me to a resident who stayed with me all night, and was awesome. This morning's nurse is hilarious. In all I'm a big fan of Vandy from a patient perspective.
Sophia has the barfs too, so maybe it was a virus? I don't know. Daphne survived a night without mama just fine. I'd planned to go home if possible yesterday, but it just wasn't gonna happen. Too queasy, too out of it. Not much grosser than barfing up a blood clot when you can't open your teeth to spit it out. I kind of had to keep mashing it with my tongue until I could get it between my teeth. Ick.
Time to pump; should be headed home soon. You know why you shouldn't abuse Percocet? It makes you a boring writer.