|Getting tonsils out: It's not all fun and games!|
Well, lo and behold, the Neilio was NOT the mean, nasty, horrible, terrible, whining, complaining, bitching ogre that everyone had prepared me for. He was pretty darn good for a man who just had two gigantic flesh golf balls cut out of his head.
|Got 'em! (btw: this was not Neil's surgeon. Judging by the cage behind him, I'd guess he's a vet)|
However, one strange anomaly has occurred. Once he could actually start eating again, he shared with me that everything tasted bad. At first, I just took this to mean that his throat hurt, it was still inflamed, etc. But, a few days later, he elaborated. It wasn't that food tastes weird or that he can't taste his food. He says the first few bites taste like what it should, then it all just tasted BAD. In fact, he said it wasn't just bad, he described it as tasting like (edit) "poop." I googled it and it seems to happen pretty frequently, but of all the message boards I read, all the patients were surprised to have this happen, meaning that they weren't warned by the doc that this could happen. Hmmm. But, the good news is that it is temporary, apparently.
The last couple of weeks have been somewhat frustrating for me because I want, as usual, to cook for him and have him love it. When he told me he's dropped 19 pounds since the surgery, I became concerned about the actual nutrition he's getting, or not getting. So, every night, I forge ahead and cook and cross my fingers that he won't find it disgusting. It seems to be improving gradually each day.
|Nectar of the gods, according to Neil|