I had my tonsils out when I was 17. Not much to say about it. They put you out (general) for it, so.... I was pretty swollen around the neck for a few days, and I hurt like a bastard-- felt like I'd swallowed broken glass-- but nothing that tylenol with codeine didn't get me through.....
I had all my impacted wisdom teeth out at 20. The surgery itself wasn't bad. They gave me a local, plus a demerol drip, plus a shot of valium on top of that. It was a great trip. I could vaguely sense the surgeons pushing and pulling and poking around my mouth, but I couldn't feel a thing. It was like floating on pink and blue clouds...at the end, after they were done, I thanked them for playing Floyd while they were operating, and I still remember the surgeon rolling his eyes and going, "Son, there was no music." It hurt a bit for the week after, but it wasn't too bad.
I got my gall bladder out when I was 31. It was hot-- they told me the gallstone was one of the biggest they'd ever seen: like a golf ball-- and I was so close to having it burst on me when they got me to the OR (maybe because of having had to wait for fucking SEVEN HOURS in the ER, I shit you not, before anyone saw me and diagnosed me....) they didn't have time to do it laproscopic-- they had to go in the old-fashioned way. I now have a long scar across my stomach and side.... I was in the hospital for four days after that-- missed the High Holidays, and everything-- and then at home in bed for another three weeks, the first two of which, every time I got up to pee it felt like all my guts were about to fall on the floor.... That was not pleasant. Not pleasant at all.
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Dull sublunary lovers love,
Whose soul is sense, cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
That thing which elemented it.
(From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)
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