So I went to the hospital yesterday afternoon. Got there one hour before my appointment thinking that I would beat them at their own game, but still I was waiting for over an hour and a half before I actually got seen by this very nice, but very nervous Swedish doctor called Ilka. When I convulsed into coughing fits when she squirted Thorocaine, or something like that, up my nose she nearly recoiled across the room.
So anyway - anyone who knows me is aware that I am about at the end of my tether with regards to my throat. I mean I can't do anything that requires any exersion lest I collapse with breathlessness. I will do almost anything to get past this hurdle, with the exception of quitting smoking.
I basically have three options:
1) leave everything and let it get better by itself (which will take time)
2) have some kind of laser surgery where they laser away part of my vocal chord, leaving me with a permanently husky voice (not so bad)
3) have a tracheotomy
The third option is really upsetting to me...I mean there is no way on EARTH, that I am having a frikkin hole drilled into my windpipe! Now I know the hole wouldn't be there forever, but the frikkin scar would be and I would have people always asking me why I have a huge scar on my throat. And I am getting really irritated with the doctors when they keep highlighting this as an option, especially when my answer is always a distinct and rabid "NO! NO WAY! NOT EVER!" Argh! It puts the fear of god in me.
Anyway - the outcome was that my vocal chords have got better enough for the doctors to sway in favor of the "lets just wait and see." This means that I have to go back for another consult in November when they can see what a difference four months can make. Hmm. I guess cutting out smoking would help after all.
After the hospital I came back to work to discover that there had been a power cut and that we could go home early. So went home, hired a DVD (Cold Creek Manor with Sharon Stone), watched it and fell asleep on the sofa. Missed Chicken Stu and Michelle shagging on Big Brother. Damn.