As if we need any more stress this summer, a few months ago Joey went and saw an ENT.  Actually, I sort of demanded that he go see an ENT back when I was pregnant.  He had started snoring (sorry, babe) and I was all “I’M NOT GETTING WOKEN UP BY BOTH YOU AND A BABY 17 TIMES A NIGHT.”  So we found an ENT.  Somewhere between finding of the ENT and the scheduling of the appointment, we had our miscarriage and my surgery.

Two or three weeks into my recovery, I said to Joey, “I still don’t want to get woken up by snoring, even if I’m not going to get woken up by a baby anymore.”

The next day he scheduled his appointment.

His visit to the ENT proved fruitful.  He has, like, some of the hugest tonsils the ENT had ever seen, he has a deviated septum, and his adenoids are really enlarged and sort of constricting his airway.  This is why my husband cannot breathe through his nose.  Obviously he needed to have his poor nose repaired so he could start using it the way God intended, so we got out our calendar and started trying to figure out when he could have his surgery.

He couldn’t fly for two weeks after surgery, nor could he do any sort of strenuous activity for a few weeks.  Additionally, we wanted to have it well out of the way before school started to give him several weeks to recover.  Doing it in between first and second semesters sounded like a really stupid idea, so that left this summer.  And we were rapidly running out of weeks that would work.

Finally, we zeroed in on August 7.  THAT WOULD BE THIS FRIDAY, people.

I didn’t used to mind doctors.  In fact, I thought they were jolly fine people and I didn’t stress about going to visit one every now and then.  However after the month of May, now all you have to do is say the word “doctor” and then refer to me in the same sentence, and my blood pressure skyrockets.

So, Joey’s getting his nose all irrigated on Friday.  Just typing that made me dizzy.  Poor Joey. He’s all nonchalant and I’m going, “We need sherbet and jello and chicken broth and I HOPE YOU MAKE IT THROUGH OK,” and all kinds of irrational things like that.  I practically begged him to stay home from church tonight so we could hang out before he has The Surgery.  I’m feeling ten different kinds of guilty for not being able to sit there in Baylor’s outpatient SurgiCare for the  several hours he’ll be there and that I’m DROPPING HIM OFF AT HOME afterward to be all by himself for a few MORE hours.

This is what Joey has to live with.  First I make him go see an ENT, then it turns out he needs surgery because his nose is all messed up, and I turn into a wierdo.

If he lets me I’ll take a picture of him on Friday afternoon, when I get to pick him up.  I think he may have some kind of contraption attached to his head under his nose that may or may not look super cool.  I’ll be feeling much better by then but odds are that he won’t be.  Poor thing.