Thursday, 15 October 2015

Goodbye My Tonsils, Goodbye My Friends

I'm writing this post from my hospital bed. I'm clean as a whistle though. The drugs wore off a few hours ago. I'm just being kept here for safety reasons despite the fact I'm feeing good. I've eaten and used the bathroom under my own power (twice!) but still they insist on keeping me for six hours after I wake up. That runs out in a few hours. Then I'll be home free to be in pain at home.

Not that I'm in a lot of pain. It's just the area where my tonsils used to be hasn't fully healed yet. Honestly the pain is currently more annoying than the pain of my enlarged tonsils was. They ended up taking both tonsils rather than just the right one. I think the left one might have been a little infected too becuase it's the side that actually hurts the most at the minute.

If you were keeping up on Twitter you know that the whole day was a bit hellish really. I was woken up an hour earlier than I wanted to be by my stepbrother and was in the hospital for 11 hours over all. It was two hours before I was told I would be prepped for surgery soon. They opened the doors for their afternoon surgeries at 12 but the surgeries don't actually start until two. I had mine done at about half three. I want to claim I was a big brave boy but I got scared when my dad was sent home rather than have to wait six hours for me to be ready. I even ended up crying a little as they prepared to put me to sleep, fearful that I wouldn't wake up. Which is hardly something a 25 year old man wants to admit to. Then again I'm pretty sure I have mental issues in that area.

Anyway, what's done is done. My tonsils are gone. I lost a day. I also didn't have anything to eat for about 18 hours. But the toast was nice. They gave me jam too and it's the first time I can remember having jam, that's how long it's been since I had jam. Memories from before I was 12 are fuzzy for personal reasons. If you're reading this it means I survived the trip home and was able to get it all set up to go out. If you're not reading this then who cares? You're not reading it. You don't know it exists.


Man anaesthetic is boring. I'm sure I'd be more fun under laughing gas at the dentist. Being high isn't what it's cracked up to be. 

7 comments:

  1. Dude, being knocked out by medical professionals is the best thing. You just dope out, forget anything happened, and wake up a healthier person. If you're lucky you get to hear great stories of all kinds of bullshit you said while under the influence.
    There's really nothing to fear. Look up how the anesthetic they use works on your body, that'll clarify that you can't just not wake up from it. Understanding is power!

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  2. Good to hear things went okay, maybe it's ice cream time?

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  3. I'm pleased for you that all went well. It's normal to be a little scared to go under anesthetic for surgery -- fear of the unknown, etc. All you can do is trust in your medical professionals. Sounds like you had a good team! Take it easy for a few days -- the effects of anesthetic take some time to wear off.

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  4. Toast?
    No ice cream?
    You gotta have ice cream.
    Even Rum Raisin.
    Which sucks.
    But, it's still ice cream

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  5. Toast?
    No ice cream?
    You gotta have ice cream.
    Even Rum Raisin.
    Which sucks.
    But, it's still ice cream

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  6. Well I am glad it all went well and you indeed woke up again, this is not a worry I have ever had and I have had surgery a few times in my life

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