It was the day of my tonsil surgery. I was sitting in the waiting room with my mom and dad, starving because I wasn’t allowed to eat anything for breakfast that morning. After two hours, I heard an “Elizabeth N.” It wasn’t even time for the surgery yet, and my heart dropped when they called me back. At first it wasn’t so bad, and they just gave a rundown of what was going to happen. Then they mentioned that I had to get an IV, which made me even more nervous for the procedure. Now, two years later I still have a little scar from it.
 

Now I was sitting in the last waiting room before being called back for the actual surgery. I remember there was a TV with Nemo on. I was feeling really jittery and nervous about the surgery. I waited for a while, but it only seemed to go by way too fast. Then I heard the door open and saw a nurse pop her head in as I heard the same “Elizabeth N.” My heart was beating out of my chest as I said bye to my parents. The nurse walked me into a huge room with a lot of doctors surrounding the bed. Then the nurse left, and one of the doctors told me to lie down. Another doctor came over with a mask that had medicine to make me loopy and fall asleep. When they put the mask on me I remember feeling super dizzy and thinking I was in a dream. The last thing I remember before falling asleep was the doctor saying, “You’re doing just fine.”
 

I woke up in a different room with my parents sitting in chairs beside me. When I woke up my throat immediately started hurting, so my parents were showing me the videos they took from when I was loopy to try and make me laugh. My voice didn’t sound like me at all since my throat was swollen. The nurse kept coming in and giving me blue slushies. She said, “You have to eat all of them”, every time she brought another one. I noticed the purple wrap on my hand and realized it was the IV. Luckily, they did it while I was out of it so I don't remember them putting it in me.
 

It was finally time to go home. They took the IV out and wheeled me to the car in a wheelchair. When I got home, my brother, sister, and grandma were all waiting for me with pictures they drew to make me feel better, and tubes of chocolate ice cream.
 

The 2-week recovery could not have gone by any slower. I was only supposed to take my medicine-- to help my throat feel better-- for three days but I ended up taking it for five days, because my throat was in so much pain. The medicine tasted awful, and every time I swallowed it it felt like my throat was burning. I had to take it every three hours, which was the biggest pain being woken up at 1am, 4am, and 7am, so I didn't get much sleep for those five days. I couldn't do any exercise what so ever for two weeks. I couldn't even stretch for dance, so I wasn't in very good shape when I got back to dancing. I also couldn't eat anything besides soup and ice cream for those two weeks. The only good part about getting my tonsils out was of course eating ice cream for breakfast, but also getting visits from my friends. They made me feel so much better and forget about the terrible pain. The absolute worst part of it all was the third day, when the scabs started to come off. It was one of the worst pain I've ever experienced, it was like constant stinging and I felt like my throat was swelling up.