The good ship lollipop
Despite Neil’s earnest last-ditch attempts to convince me to fly to Thailand, Mexico, Cuba and finally Calgary for medical tourism for my surgery…. I still went ahead with it in the good ol’ US of A. The tonsillectomy went well, as far as I can tell. I was out the entire time. Until they woke me up and shoved me out the door in a wheelchair. What they claimed would be 2 hours of “wake-up/recovery time” really turned out to be 25 min. They also refused to give me my tonsils back. Although the nurse denied it, I am pretty sure they are going to sell them to some company in China for research. C’est la vie.
Luckily I have a wonder-husband to encourage me to eat & drink or I would probably give that up altogether. It’s quite pesky to shove crackers down that little cauterized canyon that is my throat.
The doctor prescribed me these handy little Novocaine lollipops to numb me up. If sucking on them in the first place didn’t hurt so blasted much I’d be a dream come true.
My advice is, get your tonsils out when you’re a kid. You’re better off without ‘em.