Given her chronic problems associated with her tonsils, Maggie had a tonsillectomy this morning. She rarely got a good night sleep and her snoring would keep her sister up as well. Poor little girl was tired most of the time. Those issues on top of the infections in them and we finally decided it was time to make a move on it.
I’ve been resistant to having them removed. When I was about 9 years old, I had mine removed and it was the single worst medical memory (and there have been several). The big joke was that they said I could have as much ice cream as I wanted after the surgery, but I couldn’t eat ice cream at all. It just hurt too much. Even trying to drink some juice felt like eating a pine cone. So naturally, I projected my experience onto my sweet little girl. My resistance was strong.
It was all ill-founded. It seems that thing has changed pretty dramatically in 30+ years. They arrived at the outpatient surgical center at 5:30am, went into surgery at 6:40 and was done by 7am. When she got home at around 9:30am, she was able to drink some juice. Since then she’s had some strawberries, yogurt, milk a banana and this afternoon she ate a third of a hamburger (bun included). The only complaint that we’ve gotten from her has been when she needed to take her pain medication.
Don’t know why there’s such a huge difference. Perhaps they used lasers to stop some of the bleeding, perhaps they have better procedures and maybe they didn’t need to use a hatchet to remove them like they obviously did for me. I hope her miraculous recovery continues though. It’s been a welcome relief.