The dreaded tonsilectomy...Part 1

I have to back track because I was slack and didnt write anything for the first few days... Apologies for my rambling...

It all starts on Wednesday 30th September, I am booked into the hospital for a tonsilectomy at 10am. We arrive, sign all the papers and when directed to elective admissions I firmly but politely tell the nurse" It cant be an elective admission because I dont really want to be here - my husband has dragged me here" So anyway jumping ahead 15 mnutes or so and a few more stupid comments from me we end up in the Day Procedure Surgery unit waiting for me to be called through. An hour passes, I start getting fidgety... 2 hours, Im at wits end, and then (finally!!) the nurse calls me through for a checkover. I aced that one ok and was told the anethetist(sp?) was next. After a further 20 minutes of waiting the anethetist calls me through. I passed his inspection (just) and was informed that the final decision would be left to the surgeon.
I hadnt even been back in the chair 5 minutes when the surgeon called me through to my bed. He checked my throat and was happy to operate.... Until I told him I was on the pill.... It seems there had been a miscommunication to me and I was supposed to come off the pill a month prior and a month after my operation due to the risk of clotting... I spoke to my hubby and decided to go ahead with the operatino. So it was at approximately 1:40pm that i was wheeled into the operating theatre to have my tonsils removed.
All I can remember is complaining alot to the anethetist about the cold bed, and having a good look around at the room then laughing with the surgeon telling him I trust him no t to kill me.... and then finally the anethetist saying "I want you to take deep breaths and count"

The procedure itself went well, although I woke up with a coughing fit which had the surgeon a bit concerned but after 5 or so mins it was determined that it was a cause of me having tonsilitis in the days prior to the surgery and I was just "coughing up the gunk"
I was transferred to the surgical ward and my poor husband just wanted me to shut up lol. If he thought he was getting peace and quiet he had another thing coming haha!
I was then transferred to the childrens ward because they needed my bed in surgical. It was good fun down in the childrens ward, I had a room to myself and free TV, and they even gave me some Jelly for dessert!

Thats all for now, more to follow in the next few days.