As some of you may know (I've certainly whined about it enough) my husband and I caught whooping cough in November. We recovered - it really does take a hundred days - but I was left with an unpleasant problem. The only thing I can smell or taste is death and rot. It's awful.
I've had a bunch of tests, and they think there's either a) an antibiotic-resistant infection (Augmentin, Zithromax, Avalox, Doxycycline and a little prednisone for shits and giggles), b) a fungus, or c) something worse in one of the cells of my ethmoid sinus.
So tomorrow I'll be in the hospital while a good doctor explores my head with tiny sharp wicked tools. He has to fix my deviated septum so he can get to my sinuses first. I hope to be back over the weekend.
So let's all talk about things we hate about surgery. I'll start after the elegant squiggle.
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