If I knew how incredibly painful this recovery would be…
If I knew how nauseous the medicine would make me…
If I knew how drawn out the recovery was…
I would not have had my tonsils removed. I would have told the doctor it was never going to happen no matter how necessary they thought it was. I would have just suffered through the next round of tonsillitis and would have tolerated the amount of times I’ve gotten sick lately.
This recovery has been incredibly hard. It hurts to talk, swallow, yawn, drink, laugh, and the pain medicine burns the open wounds in my throat as it goes down. It even hurts to cry. I am constantly in pain, chronically hungry and the pain medication has me on the verge of Barfville.
On top of that, school starts back on January 7th and I’m so worried ill still be hurting. Talking makes me sore now even in small amounts so I can’t imagine a full day of teaching Pre-K students.
I cling to the moments after my pain medication has kicked in (before the nausea starts) and think to myself that it can’t be like this forever. It will get better.
I also remind myself of others who have endured much more than my simple little procedure. There are cancer patients who have suffered from nausea and recoveries far more drawn out than mine. There are soldiers who have suffered the removal of limbs rather than my measly disgusting tonsils. I am amazed at their strength and think of what a wuss I am to be complaining about how bad my throat hurts.
But, as the saying goes, this too shall pass. And when it does, I’ll likely 10-15 pounds lighter since I can’t partake if anything that isn’t in liquid form.
Hey, I’m trying to find a bright side in all of this.
Happy blogging pain medication,