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Societys construction of what is seen to be beautiful and how it has manipulated and made people feel as though that is the right way is the most fucked up thing i have ever had the atrocisity to witness. A size 4 is not healthy and a size 10 is not big. Calling someone else fat or thin will never...
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Tonsillectomies: Not the end of the world
This is for anyone having a tonsillectomy as everything else about it on the internet is just unhelpful.
A couple of weeks ago I had my tonsils removed. Before I had them done I heard nothing but "I feel for you", "Good luck with that" and of course the classic "Lots of jelly and ice-cream for you then!" from people who mustn't have had it done at least in the last twenty years. Though the negative attitude was annoying, I was at least prepared.
The operation day came and everything went smoothly, unless you count when I put on my green bedsocks upside down and wondered why my calves were being squeezed to death, and also meeting the initial surgeon who reminded me of a cross between Ebeneezer Scrooge and one of my dance lecturers, but each stage was simple and with God's grace I was totally at peace. Walking into the surgery and sitting myself onto the very operating table wasn't something I bargained for and as they began to hook me up I was beginning to get a bit nervous. The first surgeon I'd met was nowhere to be seen and was actually replaced with a friendly South-African with another handsome doctor, what happened to the initial surgeon I still don't know but I definitely won't complain! Handsome doctor started saying the whole "you're walking on a beach, toes in the sand" monologue which I actually really enjoyed, though I actually (being secretly unbelievably soppy) started to think about when my boyfriend first told me he loved me, and then I fell happily asleep. I woke up what felt like a couple of seconds later and remember exclaiming "I'm alive!" and then cracking up as my bed got pushed down the hall and into the recovery ward. I drifted in and out of sleep that afternoon and woke up with two of the nurses at the end of my bed saying something about Sleeping Beauty and I opened one eye and they said "oh she was pretending" which again cracked me up. Seriously the anesthetic thing is great! I was given jelly and custard, (people told me to expect a bowl of crisps) and had a very nice afternoon relaxing with my new ability to breath through my mouth without snoring, which I was before. 6 Hours later as my parents came to pick me up, I got dressed and suddenly cried "nurse" and threw up into two bowls. The nurses cheered and said they'd been waiting for that as I'd looked like a ghost all day. They said everyone normally fills 3 bowls but I thought I was an exception, I wasn't. As I left with my family I filled that 3rd bowl, phoned my boyfriend with my slightly quieter,strained voice and went to sleep. Day 2 was tiredness but with great food just in small pieces.
Day 3. Urgh. It felt like I'd swallowed shards of glass and the cuts had turned to ulcers. But as long as you keep well on top of the tablets, drink lots of luke-warm water, eat jelly and whatever you fancy,you get through it! By this time the hospital goods had worn off, my throat and face had swollen a little and my voice was embarrassing. I remember going online to see when my voice would return to normal, and someone said a few months! I also googled how long the pan would last and the general consensus was a month. Great, I thought, wonderful.
The real soreness lasted till day 5 by which time things were bearable and I went to the chemist to buy more co-codamols. The next day the pain was more like when you have a cut in your mouth and get orange juice or salt&vinegar crisps in it. That's all they are by this point, big cuts. So acidic fruit, significantly hot or cold things had to go, even jelly :( and you do notice the size of the tablets, getting anything caught is pretty awful. I lost 8lb and that was with me picking at full meals every day! The amount of tablets you are taking (around 16p/d) will probably effect your tummy and I went from constipated to suddenly not constipated very quickly, but I thank God I didn't throw up, I doubt that would have been fun! Yawning and sneezing were hard enough!
But on day 7, fed up of my sentence to an apparent month in pain and lifetime with a baby voice, against my parents advice I got on the train to Cardiff. My boyfriend was a dream figuring out what I'd be able to eat: ham and croissants and soft, warm bacon sandwiches. My voice returned to it's full strength quickly, I ate a whole Christmas dinner painlessly on day 12, I stacked the weight back on and by day 14 I was pain free!
I wanted to write this because everyone is so negative about it and so unhelpful. I believe your recovery time is up to you. If you give up and lie there for weeks then that is really your fault, not the surgeons. It's make my jawline more defined, the pain has gone down, not to mention the ugly swelling and testicle resembling tonsils. I have been as right as rain and my glands are up from the time of year but I'm certainly not bedbound. You pull through in the end and it's worth it! I am blessed to have been looked after so well by my family, all my friends who came to visit every day, boyfriend and God, but i believe a positive attitude works wonders. Believe yourself into health and be pleased it is nothing worse.
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Life is just a journey home <3
You have to let love and people in and I don’t mean that in just a relationship sense but in a friendship way. Locking people away doesn’t help and it’s taken me a long time to realise that
Love is the same as being lost. Except you don’t care that you’re lost.
Jedediah Berry, The Coyote Road: Trickster Tales (via psych-quotes)
Within the last two hours I have learnt two life lessons. The first of which being:
If you choose to wait an unnecessary length of time to reply to a text, don't be upset when a long time is put between your eventual reply and theirs. In short- if you want a quick reply, be a quick replier. It works both ways!
Secondly, if someone you care about, partner, friend, relative, pet acts in a way that is unusual, instead of jumping to conclusions, give them the benefit of the doubt and think rationally. There must be a reason behind whatever it is they have done or said. The top text is what I got after waiting for a reply after stupidly taking ages to reply. It was unbelieeeevably unlike the texts I normally got and so as tempting as it was to reply saying "is everything okay?" or phoning him, I waited for 5 minutes (till Eastenders finished) by which time the second text had come through as he'd obviously pressed send too soon. And I'm so glad I did as now I look like the most chilled out person in the world <3 Ideal!
