Break-ups are never easy.
In a few weeks, I will be saying goodbye to my tonsils. They will move out of the space in the back of my throat that they have been living in rent-free all these years, and take their reoccurring infections with them.
Frankly my tonsils have been acting like giant a-holes with the emphasis on the giant. If this country worshipped giant tonsils rather than giant breasts, I would be regularly featured as a Playboy Tonsilmate.
For the past three years, I have felt like I’ve had popcorn kernels lodged in the back of my throat, and I don’t even eat popcorn. The glands in my neck have swollen to a point that they could appear in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, and people would say “There goes two of the largest balloons I have ever seen.” And I am responsible for the influx of peed-out antibiotics in the local water supply.
I know the recovery is going–to put it bluntly–suck a huge tonsil stone. But I am at the point where I’m ready to take them out myself with a spork.
I find that now people know of my impending surgery, they find it of great import to tell me their own personal tonsillectomy-horror story. I’ve been regaled with tales of throwing up blood and post-anthesia paralysis. I’ve been told that yes, the person had them out as a child, and yet the person remembers it as the most vividly horrifying experience of the person’s life.
I enjoy this.
I do because I’m going to have my tonsils out in less than three weeks.
So please, by all means tell me:
I had my tonsils out and I threw up so much blood, they had to give me all new blood and then my head fell off.
I was scheduled to get my tonsils removed and the doctors accidentally removed my larynx instead. They replaced it with the mechanical voice box of a talking Barbie. Math class is hard. Tee-hee.
I had my tonsils removed and now I can’t stop scatting. Zoop-de-flee, zoop-de-fly.
I had my tonsils out and they went on to win The Voice and refused to get me into the after party.
I had my tonsils out and now they’re seeing someone else and have even proposed. What does that person’s throat have that mine doesn’t?
That one especially hurts. Get it? Get it?
Because it’s the worst pain in the history of pain in the history of surgeries in the history of vomiting blood.
If you don’t believe, just tell someone you’re getting your tonsils removed.