My Tonsillectomy Story

This is going to seem really out of left field, but tonsillectomy surprise – I got my tonsils out! I’m going to continue updating this post as I go through the healing process, because everything I read on the Internet before my procedure scared the shit out of me.

Day 1: Wednesday, Surgery Day. I had to be in the hospital by 7:30, and I wound up getting wheeled out of my room for surgery at around 9:30. I honestly don’t remember much of the schedule or timing of that day. Had to get my IV done twice (of course) because she hit the valve the first time. I was so sad. I remember being a little freaked out getting wheeled into the surgical room because it was so sterile white and I couldn’t see anything clearly because my glasses were off. However, I was only in there long enough to get situated on the table and for the nurse anesthetist to pump something into my IV. Then I was out.

I woke up in the recovery room craving ice chips, and I didn’t fall back asleep or get drowsy or anything. I had to wait in there forever for the anesthetist to clear me to go back to my room. My mom was waiting for me there, and I ate some Jello, a popsicle, and drank some water. I actually felt pretty good – I could speak a little but not a ton. I got to leave the hospital pretty quickly after surgery, then got to watch HGTV for the rest of the night.

Started sleeping in the recliner in my mom’s room to stay relatively upright. My uvula was really swollen that first night, which was a really big issue for me. I had to take a lot of ice to keep the swelling down, as well as all of the medications they gave me for my recovery. I set my phone alarm so that I would wake up every hour to drink water, since I had read that letting your throat dry out while sleeping was the worst thing to do.

Day 2: Thursday. My pain was a little worse, but nothing really all that bad. I had some pudding, mashed potatoes, and a little bit of rice. I also had popsicles, freeze pops, and ice chips. Plenty of water and a little bit of Gatorade. I got to take a shower and it was really nice to change into real people clothes, not just pajamas. My medications kept me dozing on and off throughout the day, and the pain definitely got the worst in the afternoon. I was pretty miserable at that point, but I slept it off. I continued waking up every hour or so to get some fluids, and it worked really well.

Day 3: Friday. Pain a little worse in the afternoon, but I wouldn’t call it all that painful. I got FaceTimed into my methods course in the morning, which was really exciting. It was easy to stay upright and attentive the whole class, and it was really nice to see all of my friends waving at me through the camera. I accomplished some schoolwork, took some notes during my class, and have been working on a few other projects. Even though I’m tired and I’ve been dozing off and on, I’ve been really productive. Got to eat some more mushy rice, some scrambled eggs, and some of my mom’s homemade mac and cheese. Thus far (knocks on wood like crazy), I haven’t had nearly as bad an experience as I anticipated.

Day 4: Saturday. I made the mistake of overdoing it, as I’m apt to do when it comes to any aspect of my life. I went to a craft open house with my mom in the early afternoon, stopped at Michael’s, and then got a milkshake from McDonald’s. I ate some more rice, mac and cheese, and scrambled eggs, on top of some Jello and pudding. The pain was pretty bad after I got home from the errands, and I was grumpy. The medications were also making me really tired, so I slept and tried to keep some alarms set so that I would wake up in time to drink some fluids.

Day 5: Sunday. I got so incredibly nauseous overnight it wasn’t even funny. I thought my stomach was going to explode. It was bad enough that I slept in a ball on the floor of my mom’s room, as I always do when I have a stomachache. When I woke up, however, it had passed. And I had actually gotten a decent amount of sleep for the first night in forever. I was wiped out for the rest of the day and just lazed around and napped as much as possible.

Day 6: Monday. I went into campus to take an exam (cause I would rather take a Scantron test on pain meds than an essay test about rocks) and was glad I only stayed for that. I was in pain and exhausted by the time I got home, only about an hour and a half after I had left in the first place. My teeth have started to ache (not my ears yet) and it’s starting to get on my nerves. The pain is starting to increase, which sucks a lot.

Day 7: Tuesday. Worst. Day. Ever.  I ran out of pain medication, there was a scheduling mix-up with my follow-up appointment, and I discovered that crying after getting your tonsils out is really awful. Even though I’ve been drinking milkshakes the whole recovery period, the phlegm finally started to get to me and I couldn’t even finish it. It was so disappointing, since I really hadn’t been able to eat or drink much. We had to go all over God’s green Earth to get the mouth-numbing medicine that my doctor prescribed, but it was SO WORTH IT! I immediately took the pain medicine and the mouth-number, and it felt so much better. I was still fairly miserable, but improving drastically over the morning.

Day 8: Wednesday. Slept through the whole night! So much better. I could talk, I felt like a real person. Overextended myself a little bit, so I was really tired. I ate some real food, like a Rice Krispie treat, some pretzels, some rice, and got back on the milkshake train.

Day 9: Thursday. Overextending on Wednesday was definitely a bad idea. I stayed awake until like 11:30 the night before because I was starting to get aches in my jaw. I fell asleep and didn’t wake up for my medication alarm in the middle of the night, so I didn’t take any medicine until I woke up crying at 5:30 in the morning. There was so much pain in my ears and my teeth, so I took my medication and went back to sleep. I’ve been trying to be productive for the rest of the morning, so we’ll see how that goes.

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