Tonsillectomy = pain, at both ends

I’m on recovery day 6 after getting my tonsils out. I know it’s supposed to be a rough ride and a lot of people say the pain gets worse today before it then starts getting better. But for some reason I thought that I was a good candidate for being a “mine actually wasn’t that bad”. It is so bad though. Really really bad.

Yesterday, the nice pharmacist at least helped relieve me of the chronic constipation I had been suffering with since day 1. Thank F for glycerin suppositories. Personally, I don’t have a problem with putting things up, instead of swallowing. And anyway the pill form laxatives really hadn’t got things moving. I was left with little choice.

My trip to the chemist was also a good excuse to peel off my pjs and get my skinny jeans and sunglasses on and parade up to my local high street. Nothing like a change of scenery and some fresh air when you have been cooped up in bed for almost a week. I bumped into a couple of neighbours on my round trip and succeeded in revealing the motive of my trip to only one of the two.

So I can guarantee that the glycerin works a treat (almost too well) and I feel (and weigh) as light as a feather this morning (I am hoping weight loss will be the silver lining of this whole ordeal). But today is a very dark day in other ways. My throat absolutely kills. It feels red raw and like lemon is being perpetually scraped against it. I wonder if this is the start of the ‘scabs falling off’ phase which, from what I have gleaned from endless surfing of online tonsillectomy forums, is at best the time when the back of your throat goes from looking like it’s covered in cottage cheese to being a lively red, and at worst results in gory blood scenes and trips to A and E. Lucky for me we live pretty close to Homerton Hospital. But pretty please, let me collide with best case, not worst.

The boyfriend has so far been amazing but he is going back to work on Monday which puts me back in the driving seat with the girls. That means in less than 24 hours from now I will need to get myself out of my pjs and into the fighting spirit. Can I do it? I’m not sure. Perhaps the A and E option isn’t a bad one after all.

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About Hunter Mum

Two young babes in arms, I am a survivor in the jungle of London and a lover of most things chocolate...Please join me on my adventures!
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