Well I had my tonsils out last Thursday. Everyone in the hospital was really nice apart from this one dude who came round before the operation with an *I am brilliant* attitude and didn’t even tell me who he was or what he did.
Anyway, the operation went fine, and I woke up feeling ok, and not a bit sore. But that has changed over the last week. I can honestly say I felt like having a little cry yesterday morning when I was trying to eat my toast.
It’s like there is a dagger in my throat. Anyway, I’m taking 12 painkillers a day, and yesterday and today are meant to be the worst days, so I’m looking forward to getting up and about. Amazingly I have not been bored as I have just been watching telly and sleeping.