Eight days have lapsed since I had my tonsils removed last Tuesday. This latter part of the recovery has actually been a little worse than the beginning. Going in to the surgery, I had read that it was pretty bad, and my doctor said that it would be a nine-day recovery. Yikes. To prepare, I bought a 3L Camelbak , and hung it from a ladder near my bed.
The surgery went pretty well. It was a little frustrating because my natural inquisitive nature was perceived as anxiety, and they kept giving me different varieties of sedatives of the happy kind. The last of these painted an irremovable smirk on my face. I was both aware of the smirk and frustrated that I could not convey that I was frustrated that I could not remove the smirk. After about 3 hours, I was home in bed.
The Camelbak worked very well. You cannot use a straw, nor perform any sort of sucking, but with the pack elevated above my head, all I had to do was gently bite down on the tip, and in came nice, cool water. I drank about 1 day. The whole ice-cream thing was a little over played. I actually did not eat that much ice cream. I did have some the second day. But by day 3 and 4, I could do warm biscuits with jelly and definitely mashed potatoes.. Talking has been a little tough. There are many who are grateful for this.