I am grateful to my parents for many things, and resent them for a few others. I think that's fairly average. But if there is one thing for which I will harbor a grudge against them until I die, it's that they didn't have my tonsils taken out when I was younger.
Every year, often several times a year, I get tonsilitis. Most of my colds come via my tonsils. I woke up this morning, unrested and tired, because my tonsils felt like two burning rocks of pain.
Somewhere in between all the moving we did between Japan, England and the U.S. when I was at the right age for that tonsil surgery, the opportunity to get them out was lost. Now it's likely way too late. So every year I must suffer. I don't need them. I want them out.
If you are parents and your kids have tonsil problems, please, get them dealt with. Or they will hate you forever.
Off for some Ricola tea, and possibly ice cream.
thanks!
ouch!
Coincidentally, I am getting