It's Good Mood (and Bathing) Food

Tonsils.  I’m still totally not sure what they look like and what they do.  I know that people have them removed from time to time.  Sad to say, but I think my first introduction to them was through the Brady Bunch. Sad for a couple of reasons. One – that I remember that.  Two – that this is the second Brady Bunch reference I’ve made in my last few blogs.

Back in the late nineties I had tonsilitis.  I was working for a country music station at the time and missed a week’s worth of work, because I was in such pain.  The funny thing is, as time moved on I actually thought I had my tonsils removed during that time.

Fast forward to a little less than a year ago, when I dealt with severe throat pain for about 6 weeks.  At first I was told I had strep throat, but after going through two rounds of antibiotics and still having pain, the two doctors I saw were dumbfounded as to why my throat was still hurting.  Considering that I talk for a living, I was a tad concerned, so I went to a specialist.

Within moments, he deduced the issue was my tonsils.  He said they were so big they were almost touching – which if I really understood the whole tonsil thing, I’d have a better idea what that means.  But it was alarming, to say the least – especially since I said to the doctor, “that’s impossible – I had my tonsils removed.”  And then he laughed at me hard.

The doc hopped me up on some super, duper medication and the pain went away without me needing them removed.  But I know the pain associated with big tonsils.  I don’t know if that’s something you can pass along to your kids.  My son Evan has my wife’s eyes and my tonsils.  Evan seems to get strep throat 2-3 times a year – maybe more, so the decision was made to remove his tonsils.

Evan now knows the pain that is associated with having big tonsils removed!  The excitement of being out of school for more than a week and eating ice cream, quickly dissipated to the reality of pain associated with surgery.  Like most of us, when you are dealing with that kind of recovery, there’s part of you that wonders if you’ll ever feel better.

The first couple of days he didn’t each much and slept a lot.  He would take baths because it comforted him.

Today, I think he’s beginning the road to feeling better.  I came home to find him in the tub … eating … Arby’s.  Yep, he was in the bath tub drinking a shake and had a plate with a roast beef sandwich and curly fries.

I don’t know if the doctor specifically said so, but I have to think that’s a good sign.  Like there are varying levels of recovery -

Stage 1) Ice cream on the couch

Stage 2) Popsicle in a chair

Stage 3) Roast beef sandwich in the bath tub

Stage 4) Donuts in the shower

Stage 5) Spaghetti in a bunk bed

Etc, etc.

If you are a doctor or if you write for some medical journal and would like to flesh this out, just let me know.  In the meantime, I’ll be finishing off this burrito on an ottoman … I’m recovering from a headache.

 

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