I’d like to point everyone’s attention to the little counter on the right hand side of the screen. Notice that I’ve run out of days. I’m in the final hours. The tonsillectomy is inevitable.
There are two individuals who helped to make this weekend a living hell, and I’d like to acknowledge them individually.
First, the attorney in my office who informed me on Friday afternoon that, “Oh my god, my friend’s daughter had her tonsils removed a couple weeks ago, and a few nights after the surgery, the girl woke up spewing blood from her throat. My friend was terrified, there was blood everywhere.” Apparently the kid lived, which is a positive, and it was just the scab being prematurely ripped from the throat that caused all the bleeding, but this was not the type of information I needed to carry me through the weekend.
The second person I’d like to acknowledge is the anonymous commenter who graciously stated the following, “You can never be too careful...did you know that a known risk of tonsillectomy is injury to your external carotid artery? Yep, it's true…and another known risk is hemorrhage…don't believe me? Search it -- it happens…it happened to my son...and he died…ask your doctor…good luck.” I don’t know if that was someone’s idea of a sick joke, but it totally was not fucking funny. I’ve spent the last two days obsessing about my external carotid artery, although I guess I could view that as an improvement from obsessing about death by anesthesia.
I’m pretty much terrified right about now, and I can’t even pour myself a drink to relax. If I suddenly disappear from the blogosphere, you’ll know what happened. It’s been fun.
6 comments:
Wow, people are pretty amazing sometimes! Oddly enough they love to share the yucky stuff, happened to me quite a few times when I was pregnant, someone wanting to share an extreme labor story........you will be fine, the number of successful surgeries of ALL kinds far exceed the not so good ones. Try not to dwell on the yuck. (I have to say that to myself daily about everything). but you ARE going to be fine! Just keep reminding yourself of the ICE CREAM!
A tonsillectomy is a pretty common surgery. It's a breeze for the docs. They'll probably be sipping on a pina colada as they are operating on you. Not to make fun of the situation but just to make the point that this is routine for them. You will be fine. It will be over before you know it. When you wake up, you'll have all these people pampering you like you are a queen. Just think..."Your majesty, more ice cream? Shall I fluff your pillows?" (lol)
You will be fine. Best wishes for a speedy recovery as well.
Ugh~~~ what an asshole.. it was definately someone fucking with you..i understand your fear though. The thing to remember is.. the people most likely to have complications from surgery are people who are already sick, have bleeding disorders, the elderly and small children. And remember...up until recently the tonsilectomy was done mostly on children and you hear VERY VERY few horror stories. I'll give you one good example.. my little cousin had this surgery done at 6 years old.. he woke up scared obviously because he was 6, and it went off without a hitch.. no trouble with bleeding, no infections, nothing.. and it healed in no time. There are millions of more stories about this than the horror ones. Someone obviously just has a sick sense of humor. Any surgery carries complications, but think about this.. and knowing this from Dr. Hot and his med school talks... they would NOT do something on you that they think would harm you. They are there to TREAT. Plus, a seasoned doc is worried about malpractice lawsuits.. probably even more than they care about your own personal well being. No doctor in his right mind would perform this surgery on you, did they not think it would go off without a hitch.. Thinkin about ya girl...
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Uh...assmunch. What a jerk. I wish doom and gloom upon him for feeding your fears. A girl in our office JUST had one done...and she is living and well, complications, but all reparable and routine.
You will fly through!
You guys are the best! And would you believe the doctor told me no ice cream? That's false advertising!
Whyyyy would someone say that to a hypochondriac? Jerk.
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