A broken arm was not the only strange with I had as a small child. I also REALLY wanted to have my tonsils out. It seemed SO romantic. You got to stay home from school. You got to eat all the Jello and ice cream you can stand. You also got LOTS and LOTS of attention; this was probably the most important point. Anyway I was desperate to have them out. I begged, I plead, I begged and plead but my mother wouldn't relent. There was no way for me to help things along; I was NOT take my tonsils out crazy.
Anyway after a few months of this my mother and her infinite patience grew weary of my pestering her and she came up with a fool proof plan, she declared tonsillectomy day! For one day and one day only I could stay home, I could watch day time TV(woo!), I could eat all the ice cream and Jello I could cram into my body. Best of all my mother would stay home with me all day and wait on me hand and foot. It was perfect. Of course there was a catch, my mother was no fool. In exchange for my day of total decadence I had to swear an oath of TOTAL silence. You see you can't talk when you have had your tonsils out, not a word, not a whisper not a peep. Not talking is SO hard for me, it is pretty much impossible. So in getting to spend of day of quality time being spoiled by my mother I couldn't have so much as a conversation with her. The lesson was a good one. Getting what you want is NOT always a good thing. I think it is an important lesson, really I do. I just wish we had known what a valuable opportunity we had that day. Those opportunities to be alone together, to talk, we wouldn't have very many more of them.
Anyway for what it is worth when I was in the 10th grade I did end up having my tonsils out. I didn't eat Jello or ice cream, I could hardly swallow water. Day time TV sucked. And mom was right, you can't talk when you've had your tonsils out.
Poor kid, she looks so normal.
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