One in a Melon

Happy Monday, guys, and happy third birthday to my niece Kira!!!

Yep, between Kira, Alex, and Penny, August has become quite the birthday month in the PoRoFo family (that’s Powell-Robinson-Fox, hehe. Oh man, we’re nerds.) And that’s not even counting my new niece Marjorie + my sister’s, my sister-in-law’s, nor my brother-in-law’s, late-July birthdays!

Anyway, thanks for letting me doldrum-dwell and whine incessantly about my wisdom teeth removal surgery last week. Not gonna lie, I got pretty bummed out about it over the weekend — the pain & soreness, the bruising, the processed, mushy, soft-food diet, the stir-craziness from being stuck in my house… it was all definitely starting to wear on me.

 
Most of you know that my online & public persona is pretty happy & bubbly, but what you may not realize is that so is my er, personal, persona. I am generally a happy, appreciative person — definitely not the Debbie Downer I was channeling for most of the weekend. Which just bummed me out even more, because of course being in that mindset creates kind of vicious cycle. You’re bummed out, and then you’re bummed out for being bummed out, which just bums you out even more… and so on, and so forth.

Thankfully, by Sunday the pain in my jaw and swelling in my cheeks had become somewhat less biting (ba-doom-ching!), to the point where I was able to stop taking my opioid painkiller and just get by on (still quite high, lol) doses of ibuprofen instead. Which meant I could actually drive my car and leave the house — timely, because Penny had a very pressing social engagement to attend!

Her friend Ellie’s first birthday party! My friend Alyson gave birth to Eliana just 10 days before I had Penny, so it’s been super fun getting to see these two grow up at the same time. The theme of Ellie’s birthday party was “One in a Melon,” which was seriously adorable and definitely gave me lots to live up to with Penny’s upcoming party!

 
Penny was the perfect little party guest, too. Super interested in everything that was going on, but content to observe for most of the party and just generally was really chill. I really am lucky that she still hasn’t gone through any kind of stranger danger phase, because it allows for things stepping away to get a soda or asking a friend to watch her while I use the restroom.

Getting out of the house and socializing myself did wonders for my mood as well. I guess it just goes to show that Penny comes by her sociability honestly — I didn’t realize how low my social meter had gotten after recuperating at home for so many days. Having an excuse to change out of my pajamas, throw on a little makeup (though I still couldn’t manage to cover my bruises, sigh), and see friends definitely helped pull me out of my funk. I’ve still got some pain and discomfort, but it’s definitely much more bearable, and hopefully it’ll just continue to improve (even though I’m pretty sure we have not yet seen the peak of the spreading bruise on my cheek & jaw, sigh.)

An upswing in my mood couldn’t have come at a more crucial time, either, since I have an incredible amount of work to get through this week. After traveling and being out of town so much this summer, plus the wrench that my wisdom tooth surgery threw into the gears, I’m feeling all kinds of out of whack work-wise. I’m looking forward to hitting my to-do list hard this week and being super productive… before I get all distracted again with Penny’s own birthday next week (CAN YOU BELIEVE IT’S NEXT WEEK?!??!).

So with that, I’m going to sign off so I can get to gettin’. See you on the flipside!

Nothing but the Tooth

Sooooooo, my wisdom teeth extraction? Yeeeeeah, I’m not gonna sugarcoat it — it sucked. Hard.

I know this probably is going to make me sound like a big ol’ baby, but I’ve never had surgery and never undergone general anesthesia before, so even though wisdom teeth extraction is a super normal, super common procedure, I was quite nervous going in. Still, I thought I knew what to expect. I read all the literature, heard from lots of friends about their experiences, and hey, I watch a lot of medical TV shows, lol. So I guess I kind of figured that getting knocked out would be at least somewhat like what you see on TV or in the movies? You know, where they have you count backwards from 10 and you just kind of… drift off… and things are all peaceful and calm…

But no.

It’s not like falling asleep, where you know you’ve been asleep when you wake up. Instead, it’s like you’re awake one second… and then you’re still awake the next second — except that a whole period of time has passed in between that’s just GONE. But you have no memory of passing out or going under, and no memory of anything having occurred during that time, so it was extremely disorienting for me. And to top it all off, apparently my reaction to anesthesia meds is to hyperventilate and cry uncontrollably.

 

Seriously, I had to actively try and control my breathing for like five full minutes, and I was hit with sooooo many weird emotions in the recovery room! Anger and sadness… ugh, it was misery, and while they said it was a totally normal reaction to the anesthesia medications, I was not prepared for it! I thought I’d be all loopy and space cadet-y, not moody and angry and crazy. Ugh.

The one shining light from my experience was that the tech who was helping me in the recovery room was totally floored when he found out how old I am. He asked me if I was in school, and then when I told him I was 30 and had a baby, his jaw dropped and he said he thought I was 20! Haha! I think my hair really tends to throw people off… although, in retrospect I do wonder if the uncontrolled crying and the fact that my dad was there to drive me home also had something to do with his perception of me. Whatever, I’m still taking it.

My at-home recovery hasn’t been too peachy either, although this part I was a bit more prepared for. They removed all of my impacted, semi-erupted wisdom teeth — two uppers as well as my one lower right one (which is the one that had been giving me grief a couple weeks ago and was the impetus for this entire thing). I’m on ibuprofen and Tylenol 3 (with codeine), which makes it manageable, but my face is pretty swollen and my right jaw is still giving me a lot of grief. I can’t 0pen my mouth much at all without causing myself serious pain — even smiling and laughing is kind of painful, sigh. So thank goodness I own a large supply of long, shallow baby spoons, because they are what I’m using to spoon tiny bits of food into my mouth. Oh, and if you were curious, my amazing, incredibly healthy diet right now primarily consists of yogurt, mashed potatoes, and pudding. I think I’ll attempt some mac ‘n’ cheese later today and see how that goes.

Basically, this entire experience just has me really wishing I had gone through this all when I was a teenager or in college, like my sister and brother did. It’s just a lot harder to dwell in my misery when I’ve got a little someone I need to rally for, lol. Though I am very thankful to my parents & Sean for helping out so much while I’m running at half-speed here.

 

It’ll be interesting to see how long it’s going to take me to get back into the swing of things, too. I was actually feeling pretty proud of myself for working out almost daily over the past couple of weeks, and hope that this doesn’t put too much of a dent in my motivation.

 

I’m a smidgen over 17 pounds down so far, which feels steady and maintainable, especially knowing that I’m approaching my weight and health journey the “right way” right now. Because while many of you know that I have had success with weight loss in the (now seemingly far distant) past, even when I was at my lowest adult weight, I never felt this kind of genuine motivation to work on my health and fitness — I just wanted to weigh less.

So here’s hoping that once I come out the other side of this awful mess of pain and swollen chipmunk cheeks and can’t-drive-while-taking-them-medications, I’ll be able to bounce right back into the sorta-kinda-semblance of a routine that I’ve been setting up? Guess we shall seeeeee!