Post Op

I suppose things went well during the surgery.

Although, since I had general anesthesia, when I woke up after the operation, I was disoriented. I really hate that feeling – it was as if I just had a very bad case of hangover and wanted to throw up and at the same time I wanted to get up but couldn’t because my legs were wobbly.

My tonsils, sized 2×3.5cm and 3.5cmx4cm, are no longer part of me. After decades of being together, finally I bid them goodbye. In just one hour, they were removed from my body. Just like that. 1 hour, as opposed to many many years…

I remember the times you made me miss school back when I was just in grade school. Even during high school and university days, you made me skip classes because you wanted me to be with you. At home. Because you made me sick with fever and swollen throat. I can’t count how many days I’ve missed work because of you. Even when I was pregnant with baby Marc I had to take antibiotics because you decided to become swollen all of a sudden. And not just once, but twice you made me sick during pregnancy.

After all those years, I never thought I’d think of you with such fondness..

Now you are gone forever.

I’m not yet sure how I feel right now…

Is it freedom? Finally after so many years of carefully not eating sweets and taking cold drinks, I am again able to enjoy them.

Is it worry? Since I don’t have tonsils anymore, will I become prone to sickness because there’s no more organ to filter bacteria that may harm my body?

Is it sadness? Because after all, I am sentimental, and could not get over the fact that since birth we’ve been together, now it’s just "once a part of me".

Or, this is all a dream and I need to wake up to a new reality, where everything is okay and everyone is healthy and happy.

it’s me,

figliarina lacrimosa