Mid-July Brett underwent a little procedure. Actually two of them, and they weren't so little. After years of experiencing uncomfortable congestion and even some difficulty breathing, he finally paid a visit to an Ear, Nose, and Throat doc, who informed him his tonsils could win awards for their gargantuan size, and that his nose had a septum that was a bit off track (deviating, you see). Being hit with this double-whammy made him a bit nervous, but thankfully the surgeries went well and we're happy to say he has felt a change. His airways are clearer and who doesn't love a little more O2? Fortunately, his pain level wasn't too high, although having surgery on your nose and having it stuffed tightly with packing is extra-terrible when combined with a tonsillectomy. You can't breathe through your nose, but it hurts to breathe through your mouth. Too bad breathing through our ears wasn't an option. Within a week, however, he felt more like his old self and I think also started feeling glad he'd had the operation (up to that point, that little tidbit was definitely in question). I have to say, I've always felt unnerved any time I've seen a loved one in the recovery room after a surgery. They look so helpless and feeble. My heart swelled with love as I sat with him, waiting for his oxygen levels to get to a point where he could be safely discharged. Here is this man that I love, laying on a table, struggling to overcome the anesthesia that had been administered to him. I knew from the positive reports I'd recieved from the doctor and nurses that all had gone well, and that I really had nothing to be concerned about. But how do you not worry? He truly is my best friend, the love of my life. And as much as he and I joked about how silly it was for him to be nervous for the day of the surgery to arrive, deep down I think I was nervous enough for both of us! Now we're both pleased to have it behind us. Thanks to the operation, we can easily take in a deep breath as we sigh with relief.