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August 09, 2008
The verdict is....
My tonsils will most likely have to come out. Its not a very good sell when the surgeon tells you "after the procedure, you'll want to die for about two weeks". Thanks dude. Way to get me psyched for it. I asked if I got to stay overnight in the hospital (angling for a morphine drip...) and he laughed at me. Apparently it is only an outpatient procedure now and they send you packing right away. All those Brady Bunch episodes always made it look like a week long stay in the hospital where people brought you endless ice cream and comic books. Which would be great because frankly I could use the vacation.
Posted by jenna at August 9, 2008 07:50 PM
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Oh no! Sarah had her tonsils out some years ago. I don't think it was too bad (but what do I know!). I always wanted to have them out when I was a kid because of that Brady Bunch episode. It looked better than summer camp (which, of course, was also not quite as idyllic when you actually went . . .).
I hope at least you get some good drugs. ;) But let us know when you go in and I'll send Paperdolls! (that's what my mom always used to get us when we were sick...).
Posted by: AC at August 11, 2008 11:53 AM