Tonsilectomy the journey
I picked that title for my post because I thought it sounded epic. I like epicness. Anyways I will give fair warning to readers of this thread, that I am on drugs, I should be sleeping, but instead I am writing this. Well this is my journey of my tonsilectomy. To start I will give a little background. I am a 22year old female for most of my life (or at least as long as I can recall) I have been dealing with my tonsils. I suffered from bouts of strep throat at least 1 every 6 months, sometimes more. This meant that I would go on rounds of antibiotics to clear the infections. Between these infections I had cronic tonsilitis and caught any cold. My tonsils were large all the time. Well actually only 1 my right tonsil usually took up most of the back of my throat even when I had no signs of any illness (often touching my uvula) The left side tonsil would only become inflamed if I had some sort of infection. I also suffered from tonsil stones (which are gross fyi). So spring 2011 I had just gotten over another lovely date with strep throat. I decided enough was enough. I schedualed an appointment with my regular doctor and convinced them I needed these things gone (yes I had to fight for my health, do it). All through my teens my doctor kept saying don't worry they will shrink and you won't have problems anymore (lame...and wrong). I was given the go ahead to see the ENT in town. YAY! A few weeks later I got a call from his office and I got seen. He said he would do the surgery yay!! And it would be covered!! YAY! Then the waiting began....wait, wait, wait. On January 31st 2012 I had my surgery. I arrived at the hospital the morning of. Got into my gown and waited in the day surgery centre. Another nurse came and got me and I waited in the OR waiting room for about an hour. They got my IV started (which hurt...oh did I mention I am a wus?). The at around 1130 I walked into the OR and climbed up on the table (umm scary). They hooked me up to all the monitors, then the anethnatist hooked me up with morphine...then the lights went out. Next thing I new I was walking up in recovery, and they were filling me up with morphine, gravel, and zophran. I'm not gonna lie, it was painful, but not the worst thing I have ever experienced. Around 1 I got moved back to the day surgery centre where my mom was waiting (she is great by the way). I spent another 2 hours waiting around there before I was released for home. It was pretty uneventful. It is now Feb 3rd, so I am just onto day 3 of recovery. The at home part has been fine. Filled with lot's of sleeping, attempting to eat, and facebook. My pain level at this point is moderate, and I already on day 2 started lowering my T3's to just one and taking an extra strength tylonol in the 2nd ones place. I have been trying to eat as well as possible. Chicken noodle soup (the lipton packages) are great the noodles are soft enough to swallow, and the brothe is salty. Alphagetties, apple sauce, pudding, and ice water. Thats been my diet. On the second I didn't eat enough, and had some naseua because of that, and it was a process to feel good enough to attempt even drinking anything. other then that though it's been pretty good. My ears have been hurting for the last few hours, but I understand thats normal. So far I am pleased that I went ahead with the surgery. It's kinda like a bad strep infection for pain, just extended a few days. If you are thinking about doing it and are scared (I was there). Do it! It will be worth it in the end.
Hope my ramblings help someone
I will try to remember to post again with any updates or changes