Having my tonsils out has been an interesting experience. First of all, the actual experience wasn’t so bad–you get up early, you go to the surgery center, you meet some nice doctors and nurses, and you get to wear a cap. 🙂 You go to sleep, then you wake up and you’re sent home with instructions to stay in bed for a couple of days.
Well, that’s easier said than done when you feel perfectly fine. I was out of bed a lot more than I was in it, and because my hubby and I have decided to try and sell our house (long story), I spent a lot of time packing boxes. But I did take four naps–count ’em–and felt pretty good except for one bout of nausea about which I’d been warned (apparently one swallows a lot of indigestible materials during surgery and it’s normal for the stomach to want to expel those things–which it did.)
Day two was pretty much the same, and I was enjoying my popsicles and slushies. But by dinner time I was beginning to grow tired of sweet things–and the chocolate slushy just about turned my stomach.
Day three–ouch. The throat is definitely painful, and I forced myself to try to eat some real food, so swallowing was painful indeed. Plus, on Thursday night I was crying over something or other (nothing unusual), and you know that tightening of the throat you feel when you cry? Ouch! Crying only made the pain worse, which made the crying worse, which was not fun.
Day four–I went out for a chicken sandwich and a milkshake, and had the random thought that I don’t think I’ll lose any weight at all with this tonsil thing. We had our first house showing, so now I’m trying to heal and figure out what to do with my dogs if someone wants to come see my house.
Day five . . . remains to be seen. In the mean time, I’m enjoying going to bed early and taking lots of easily-swallowed pain killers. Liquids, give me liquids. Those I can manage.