20230615-0758. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tonsillectomy
I’ve had recurrent infections when I was a child and thusly so, I’ve had both my tonsils removed. I hide under mom’s Singer sewing machine table, cried and cried all the way to the lobby where a nice white lady held a sticker in front of my face.
I believe my mother was so proud that I could read that the nice white lady asked me to read whatever was on the sticker. But I could not read what was written on the sticker. And then I stopped crying because it was time to go to my hospital room.
I remembered having a handful of fully gowned people surrounding me. I saw the huge anesthesia mask coming over my face and I was told to inhale deeply, which I did. And then I felt my eyelids get heavy and then I went to sleep.
I remember coming outta anesthesia. I probably remember my mother being there but I wasn’t sure. I remembered sharing a room with another patient.
I remembered my throat felt sore and I made little spit marks with my blood all over this one white towel. Each time I awoke, a family member, probably my mother, was by my side.
But one time, when I awoke, she was not by my side. A family member of the patient next to me told me something and then I just turned to my left side, closed my eyes, and fell asleep.
Note to self: I’m wondering why there were lots of people in that operating room and what really happened while I was asleep. Hmm.
End of blogging. 20230615-0805.
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!