I really want to remember this.

• Day 1: I woke up at the break o' dawn and was checking into the hospital. They got me all ready...and...my nurse lady was so funny. I loved her. We took a prego test...because you have to? Then she stripped me down and I got in my gown...and she told me I was really having trouble getting it tied. So she did it for me. Then Dr. P came in and was like yo...does your bro play for the Royals...so we talked...then my anesthesiologist came in and I was like...oh my gosh. Who is putting me out. He was long haired. TURNS OUT I LOVED HIM! We had a convo about Michael Jackson like twice that day, and I still do not get it. Then they stole my glasses. Mind you...I am blind as ev and I was walking down the hall...with this other cool nurse...arm in arm...and we walked into the room. Then it gets funny. I was like so...don't let me swallow my tonsils ok? They all were busting guts. Then I was like these rooms are a lot brighter then on TV. They thought that was hilarious? Then all I remember is being like please tell me when you switch from IV sugar to drugs. He did and there was an oxygen mask and WHITE. I woke up...in a room apparently I woke up in the OR but...I do not remember that at all or the second room they took me too. I was dizzy and apparently they gave me pain meds, but I don't remember taking those either. I don't know how I got my glasses? Then...everyone that was like hospital official kept coming in and was like...YOUR TONSILS are the biggest we have ever seen for a little one...and after I could stomach it they showed them to me and there was tons of white stuff floating around. GROSS. They were like...these are record for your size. I also do not remember asking for purple snowcones. My mother spoon fed me. My dad came and visited. Logan came and visited. With a sweet cow. Then the drive home...I threw up lots of purple. I remember telling my mom I needed the PINK PAN! Rough car ride. The rest of the day...I threw up a lot. I had a nasty IV bruise. My gobble...was HUGE!
• Day 2: Ear pains. Swollen gobble. Almost fainted. Can't swallow.
• Day 3: Sickest taste in my mouth EVER. Excruciating pain when I swallow. Back of my mouth looks like nast. It's weird to think I had that much throat I was missing! I showered today. <3
• Day 4: My wonderful mother decided I needed sleep. I didn't get to take my pain meds for 8 hours. 8 FREAKING HOURS. Let me tell you...how much pain I was in this morning. I have never been this tired in my life, and I have been sleeping the past 3 days. My ears...are death. I am afraid my breath will kill someone. Gross, but seriously. Moist scabs. Also, I really do NOT want to swallow.
• Day 5: I am pretty sure this is the most rancid taste ever in my mouth. Please make this go away soon. I want to go run and eat and play. I would also even enjoy working. My ears are still killing me, and I am not sure, but the scabs MAY be coming off. Or, that may be my HUGE uvula thing that is tickling and feels like scabs.
• Day 6: I feel like crap. I have red spots all over my throat on the white. I don't know if the white is gone, or what it is. I don't wake up till an average like 3. Haha. Whooops. Ears/throat/pain equals welcome to my life.
• Day 7: Gaaaaaag. All the pains and nasties above...combined. I can't eat today. Yogurt to take my pills. That's it.
• Day 8: I want to scrape the white right off. I had Johnny Carino's minestrone soup...Logan took me to get it togo...it was probably the most amazing thing EVER. Wow.
• Day 9 and on: Getting better...but I still hurt.