So on the 25th I went into hospital to have my tonsils out and this time it all went as planned. Saying that, the plan definitely seems to be 'let's see how bad we can make Ben feel'.
I've been advised recovery is a very firm two weeks, with the pain and discomfort actually worsening with time. I didn't believe this when I heard it, until this morning. I was told 'Day 3' would be one of the worst, and boy oh boy they weren't kidding. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy (not that I have one fortunately).
I've not eaten solid food since Thursday night, barring a meagre attempt at porridge this morning. Some health sites say warm drinks are best, some say cold. I've found green tea works best, and I've even invested in some Manuka honey just in case.
No exercise for two weeks either, and no public/crowded places. Essentially just fourteen days of being a hermit on a liquid diet, moaning in agony and being fed up of the inadequate pain killers the hospital left me with.
Not the most positive posting in the world I will concede, but positivity is an effort right now. I've come home for a few days to start the recovery and my parents tell me my sleeping sounds a hundred times better than it did before, so mission accomplished I guess, just want he pain to go away now.
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