Day 3
Day 3 (Sunday), was equally a bad day and a very good day. During the middle of the night, my IV monitor must have gone off at least 10 times during the middle of the night. Sure, once or twice wouldn't be so bad, but when it takes quite some time for the night nurse to come by and fix it, it gets annoying.So today was the day where I would be able to leave the hospital. However, there were some unfortunate things that I would have to endure before leaving. Because I could not breathe through my nose, Dr. Schmidt would have to do some extensive work in clearing out my nasal airways. First, he had to use the suction tubes that helped my mouth and nose for relief. The thin catheter-like one was pushed down my sinuses and into my throat. Once he felt that it was clear enough, he had to place the nasal trumpets down my nostrils (one in each one).
So the nasal trumpet looks like this:

The doctor had to put some type of numbing gel on each one, and push it through my nose and down my throat, all while I was conscious. It was absolutely terrifying, and I refuse to get this put down my nose ever again. All while Dr.Schmidt put it down my nose, my dad left the room because he couldn't handle seeing me in pain, and I squeezed the life out of Dave's hand.
Once the trauma was finished, the Dr. wanted me to drink at least a full cup of apple juice and some water before being released.
I took a shower to help clear my sinuses and make me not feel so disgusting, drank all the apple juice in my glass, and was able to leave by 1pm.
Bye Bye St. Agnes Hospital |
OH! And I pulled out those stupid nasal trumpets that were the worst things in the whole world!
Pain at the end of the night: 5
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