The Waiting Room

For the last week I have been in a place called Terrible Suffering, recovering from my tonsillectomy.  But, now that's all over.  My mouth no longer wants to starve me to death as revenge for letting someone root around in there with a knife; all is well! And as a bonus thrown into the bargain? 

I no longer snore.  At all.

Ah, you're back, how was the planetary celebration? :D  Really, though, this is a great thing, that I don't snore, and not just because of the anti-noise ordinance in my neighborhood; it means I'm spending the night asleep, instead of hacking and gasping and choking for air like I used to.....

( A lot more about this.... )