Solid Food

Just downed a cup of chicken noodle soup. No repercussions. All yummy in my tummy. To all those people who said following my tonsillectomy I could eat all the ice cream and pudding I wanted to: I want a fucking steak.

Also, I have reduced my dosage of pain meds. Now I might get a normal night's sleep and a day's worth of constant consciousness. The past few days have been really weird. Erratic sleeping, posting randomly to blogs, watching way too much CNN—so much that I was convinced for a moment that Ann Coulter actually matters! Agh!

It will still be a few more days before I can drink coffee. I imagine my first sip will cause involuntary ejaculation. Slurp. Spurt. Something like that.

I have already noticed improvements following the operation. The big one: No snoring. The wife is most happy. It's a big deal. More air is entering my lungs when I sleep, more oxygen to my brain, and thus a more restful sleep. And less stupidity. So we hope.

And I can smell better now. Which is a blessing and a curse. With kids around, kids who aren't so conscientious about throwing away things before they spoil, and sometimes hide them under chairs with wet towels and sweaty socks, well...one wonders if flowers are worth it.