I have no words to say...
Literally, I have no words to say.
I've been pretty much out of the whole picture these last couple of weeks. But the main reason is that I had my tonsillectomy on the 28th. I was mostly mute for the whole week, and I survived mostly out of the huge reserves my body had stored for such a situation (yeah, I am not overweight, I am prepared
). That also meant that I could hardly focus on anything without feeling tired, and I was feeling kitty-weak for the whole week.
Having no way to swallow food sure puts things in perspective, there are certain things (not people) that I love in this world, and one of them is the food: cook and eat it. One of my dreams is to study/learn new cuisines, originated in no small part from my love of the tastes, textures and smells that different dishes can have. And being unable to even swallow a pop corn was driving me crazy. I didn't eat anything for 4 days after the surgery mostly due to the pain (and thinking on how it would hurt if I ate). Finally on the 5th day I decided I wanted a grape, and what would be my surprise when I couldn't even taste it. That's when I snapped.
I started doing all kind of exercises to recover my sense of taste and to speed up the whole recovery process, and thankfully, I am almost up to par again now. I did them even if they hurt, I thing I was honestly being a sissy, and the loss of taste was the push I needed to finally kick things into action.
I'll be 100% again soon I hope
Oh, one more thing, I'm moving back to the Bay Area on the 19th, so if you have or hear about any apartment in the area (San Francisco or south-ish San Francisco) give me a shout.
I've been pretty much out of the whole picture these last couple of weeks. But the main reason is that I had my tonsillectomy on the 28th. I was mostly mute for the whole week, and I survived mostly out of the huge reserves my body had stored for such a situation (yeah, I am not overweight, I am prepared
Having no way to swallow food sure puts things in perspective, there are certain things (not people) that I love in this world, and one of them is the food: cook and eat it. One of my dreams is to study/learn new cuisines, originated in no small part from my love of the tastes, textures and smells that different dishes can have. And being unable to even swallow a pop corn was driving me crazy. I didn't eat anything for 4 days after the surgery mostly due to the pain (and thinking on how it would hurt if I ate). Finally on the 5th day I decided I wanted a grape, and what would be my surprise when I couldn't even taste it. That's when I snapped.
I started doing all kind of exercises to recover my sense of taste and to speed up the whole recovery process, and thankfully, I am almost up to par again now. I did them even if they hurt, I thing I was honestly being a sissy, and the loss of taste was the push I needed to finally kick things into action.
I'll be 100% again soon I hope
Oh, one more thing, I'm moving back to the Bay Area on the 19th, so if you have or hear about any apartment in the area (San Francisco or south-ish San Francisco) give me a shout.
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