The house was silent, everyone was asleep but me.  Everyone was dreaming while I laid there staring at the ceiling imagining the next day.  In about 12 hours I’d be laying in the hospital bed about to get my tonsils out.  I've known for about 2 years that I needed to get them out but we’ve just never done anything about it.  As I laid there I thought about a lot of different things like…
“Would it hurt?” “How do they take them out?” “What if I don’t make it?” I was thinking about tons of things because I was so nervous.  I finally fell asleep around 3 AM.
When I woke up I saw my mothers face about 2 feet away from mine.  She had come in to wake me up.
“Today’s the big day!” She said.
“Yea I know mom. I didn't sleep at all last night.” I replied.
“Well stop thinking about it and get ready.” Said my mother.
After waking up and I got dressed just like I would've any other day.  My brother and sister were both leaving for school when I went into the kitchen and watched my mom eat her toast.  I was kind of jealous because I wasn't allowed to eat anything.  If I would've eaten something, I could’ve puked it up during surgery. 
I got my shoes and jacket on and waited on the couch for a few minutes.  My mom, stepdad and I all got into the car and headed off.  On our way to the hospital nobody really said anything and if they did, it was about the bad weather that day.
We arrived at Mercy Health Hospital and headed inside.  Once we found the right waiting room, my mom and I filled out a bunch of papers.  It was quite boring.  As we waited, we talked about some things they would do once I got back there.  I then started to get nervous.  My mom said that they would need to use an IV to get the medicines in my body.  I hate everything about veins and anything to do with them. 
The doctor came out and called my name. 
“Blake Jackobs, your surgery room is ready!” 
It was now 8:30.  I changed into a gown and socks.  Then I laid in the hospital bed.  After that, a nurse came in and put warm blankets on me.  Then another nurse came into the small room and put the IV in the top of my hand.  We then sat in that little room for about another hour before they wheeled me to the surgery room. 
The surgery room felt like a snowy day in the middle of january.  There were about 15 nurses that introduced themselves to me but I hardly remember any of their names.  My stomach began to feel like it was in knots as I started to get nervous.  After about 5 minutes the surgeon put a mask on my face and told me to count backwards from 10.  By the time I got to 8 I was already knocked out.  The giggle gas knocked me out so fast. 
When I woke up, my mom was holding my left hand and my step dad was standing to my right.  I watched TV for a little over an hour and the whole time I did, I felt like I was still sleeping.  It was as if I had been floating on a cloud with nurses surrounding me giving me medicine at random times.  I laid there watching the television move side to side on the wall.  The medicines made me feel as if I was . 
When we went home, I laid on the couch and slept for the rest of the day.  For about a week or so, my throat felt as if I was constantly trying to swallow knives. 
As I recovered, I laid on the couch, slept, watched tv, and did homework.  The medicines they gave me never really helped with the pain.  Now I’m back to normal and I can finally breathe right.  The procedure has changed me because I used to get colds quite a bit but hopefully this surgery helps with the issues I've had.