Well, here I am, a month to the day, fully healed and not even thinking about my absent tonsils (and I did NOT get a sore throat and tonsillitis with a recent cold!). Overall, I did much better than the average patient, pretty well fully functional by 12 days following surgery and no complications. I think that the prayers, herbs, craniosacral treatment, nutritional IV’s, and acupucture all helped—at least as much as the love of the people providing them. And I have to give a grateful nod to Western medicine, for as much as I loved all the holistic approaches, nothing came close to the passion I felt for my bottle of liquid Vicodin in that first week.
I was promised, by the good Dr. Lane, that this surgery would hurt. A lot. And she never lies. I started out gagging down the disgusting, yellow, sickly sweet liquid Vicodin and, honestly, by the end, I looked forward to its pineapple-like flavor. Amazing what the imagination can do. I have a whole new appreciation for the difficulty of living with chronic pain and a new sympathy for the longing of addicts for their substance of choice. After 10 days, I graduated myself to Tylenol and poured my lovely Vicodin down the drain.