A Tale of Two Tonsils

Hello everyone and welcome back to delirium! I say this because if you're a regular reader, you will probably know that when I am ill, I drift ever so slightly more towards lunacy than usual. Yes, ladies and gentlemen and everything in between, I am ill. It always sounds rather daunting so to quickly clarify, I am not very ill, it's 'just a cold.' Except, it isn't. And if you've read the title or know me well, you'll know that it is never quite as simple as 'just a cold' for me. Oh, excuse me a moment, my lovely man has just interrupted with a cup of tea and a cheese and onion roll. I won't be a minute... Yum. Anyway, as I was saying, I am going to regale the tale of two tonsils. It's a tale my friends and family know very well and as someone who has taken the time from their day to seek out and read my blog post, I feel you might like to know too. So here we go.

A Tale of Two Tonsils Once upon a time, I'm sure Timmy and Tommy the tonsils (yes, I have named them, remember, the lunacy? Yep. I wasn't kidding) were healthy. I'm sure they were in working order for many years, even, but it has been so long since then I'm afraid I don't remember such a time. Well, that's a bit of a lie, as around 80% of the time, they don't make a peep and everything is fine.

That is, until, I'm ill. Any kind of ill, Timmy and Tommy don't mind, they'll sense it, usually before the rest of my body does, and come out to let me know. In not so pleasant a way. Timmy and Tommy, at first, weren't so bold. They'd peep out, say hello, and then run away and hide themselves again, so neither I nor any qualified medical professional could find them. Again, as many of you likely know, I am scared of the Doctor's and after one or two nervous visits regarding Timmy and Tommy (they didn't have names then, I wasn't about to tell someone who could have me committed that I name my tonsils, that would be madness...) and a few rounds of antibiotics, I thought that I was cured of Timmy and Tommy's wrath for good.

Alas, the time came when Timmy and Tommy reared their ugly heads again, and again, and again. Now, Timmy, Tommy and I have been friends for years now, and although we are fickle friends and don't really get along, I know now that I should probably have Timmy and Tommy removed. There was a time a few years ago when Timmy and Tommy were coming to play more and more regularly, and I even visited the Doctor a few times about them. Until the Doctor said that if Timmy and Tommy came again, that I'd have to have them removed.

I mistakenly googled the tonsillectomy procedure and as we all know, if you aren't well, you shouldn't ever google it unless you want to find out that you have 1 month to live and you're actually growing another head. Either way, it very much dissuaded me from the procedure. As luck would have it, though, it also seemed to scare Timmy and Tommy, or maybe it was the antibiotics this time, but regardless, Timmy and Tommy didn't show up for some time. This was all a few years ago now, and thankfully, I've not had many Timmy-Tommy flare-ups in that time. However, whenever I do get ill, and like I said, any kind of ill, although it may not specifically be down to Timmy and Tommy, if I contract any sort of virus or bug, it usually hits me right in the throat. This usually means I can't speak for a little while (I can hear the sighs of relief and the cheers and applause for Timmy and Tommy) and that even a common cold exhausts me, and perhaps is even the source of my madness. And that, my friends, is the Tale of Two Tonsils. Lots to tell you about official and important stuffs but like I said, I'm not in the right mental state (being that I am in fact in a state of mental) this week and so I'll save all that for next week. Hope you enjoyed my little tale and doodles and don't worry, I only call them Timmy and Tommy in my head... Catch you next week everyone, Rachel, Timmy and Tommy x