I saw an ear, nose an throat doc today at Mass Eye and Ear, to see if we can figure out why I couldn't breathe last month. He had a little scope that went up my nose and down my throat ( not so pleasant) and we all got to see my airway and vocal cords. Immediately we could see that it looked very crowded in there. I had my tonsils and adenoids out when I was little, but I learned today we have another set of lingual tonsils at the base of the tongue. Mine were pretty huge. Unfortunately, it's not an easy or safe surgery to remove them. I am going to have a sleep study to see if I have difficulty breathing while sleeping, and a barium swallow, which will show of it is interfering with my ability to swallow. I swear, if I didn't know better, I would think my body was trying to kill itself! Next appointments include Allergy/rheumatology and an endocrine visit. Wish me luck!
I haven't updated this blog in a very long time. I actually deleted a ton of posts while I was applying for social security disability. I posted about Cushing's Awareness day earlier this week on facebook, so I guess I'm in a sharing mood. Anyway, for anyone who even reads this, I was watching a documentary on Netflix about a teenager with anorexia and mental illness who found meaning in her life through yoga. (It's called I Am Maris). It's kind of the reason for this post. To start - let's go back to June 2018. My grandmother died. She lived a wonderful long life, but it was especially hard on me. She was the reason I got out of bed every day, my best friend, and so much more. I actually don't remember how I got through most of the summer. In the span of two weeks at the end of August, my mom turned 60, we went on a family vacation to the vineyard, my best friend got married, and I wanted to kill myself. Yeah, you read that right. The day after re