I was talking to my grandma this morning, she is 99 yrs & 10mths old and has more stories than anyone could imagine. I told her that my middle daughter finally got approval to get her tonsils out. I took middle princess to the ENT earlier this week and the guy gave us the go ahead to get those nasty things out! Yippee!
She has been sick with tonsillitis a million times since she was born. But every doc I've taken her to says "We don't do that anymore". So she's been suffering and continuously sick for over 16 years. Finally, I found a doc who felt sorry for her and thinks her life shouldn't be spent with a sore throat.
We are waiting for the surgery center to verify our insurance and then call us with her surgery date.
My grandma says, "Back when I had my tonsils out we didn't have all that paperwork to worry about. And I didn't have to wait either. When I got my tonsils out they just put me in a chair and used a wire loop to pull them out. Then they sent me back to school. It hurt but it was quick and there wasn't any paperwork." She went on to say, "I was at boarding school so they didn't have to bother with insurance and things. They just took care of it. I was on soup for a week or so until it was healed up. They didn't take me to the hospital or give me pain medicine because they didn't think it was a big deal back then."
Then she added, "Don't tell Lexie that story or she'll faint." Shoot, I almost fainted!
Can you imagine the 1920 version of the tonsillectomy? yikes! Poor little unsuspecting school girl... sit here, open wide.... YANK! oh wow. Times were different weren't they? And no sympathy. Back to class you go.
My grandmother went to a convent boarding school from 1918 - 1925. That is from 5th grade thru 12th grade. I might be off on the dates, but she was 10 yrs old when she started and she was born in 1908 so I think I'm close anyway.