For years, my friends have joked that I must somehow be Jamaican because, as you can tell by my bio, I work multiple jobs. I use most of my vacation and sick days from work to go work other gigs. After all, I am single, childless and in my twenties so my career is my life. Any extra time is used for TV, volunteering, socializing, and brunching (Brunching is a big deal in D.C.) I thought I was unstoppable until about a month ago. My mother and sister came for a visit. I made plans; RSVP’d to events and of course brunch reservations. When the time came to pick them up from Union Station, they were forced to call a cab as I was stuck in bed with a sore throat and a 102-degree fever. When we make plans, God laughs.
I thought it was a simple case of strep throat, which I had gotten routinely. I was wrong. We ended up in the hospital that night and three weeks I was back getting a tonsillectomy. I was supposed to have my “Super enlarged,” “Super infected,” “Super blocking-my-airway-restricting-my-breathing” tonsils removed two years ago. I cancelled that surgery and went to the American Music Awards instead. Ironically it was time to “Face the music.” You’d think I would terrified of organs being removed from my throat as a radio, TV and arena host, but typical me thought I’d defy all odds, heal incredibly quickly and go back to my fast-pace life. Wrong again.
Recovering from an adult tonsillectomy is extremely painful, long and depressing. If you are going through it, I suggest Googling the many blogs that break down the recovery process by day. Those gave me hope when I actually felt hopeless and wanted to cry because drinking water felt like swallowing sharp knives. Even after a week when you feel like you can eat real food don’t. The scabs will fall off and put your pain level back to where you started. Turning down jobs, ignoring phone calls and passing up Philly cheese steaks was torturous.
I cannot provide as many details about the experience as I would like because I spent most of the recovery high on Percocets and ibuprofen and whatever else. This was for sure the worst physical pain of my life and I am no weakling. I am so thankful for my family that put up with me as everyone that reached out with encouraging words and even those that didn’t. (Now I know my real friends.)
Do not work yourself to death. My recovery was the longest period of time I had been off the radio since I started in this business. That time off helped me realize my job is truly my passion because I felt emptiness without it. I believe I needed this experience not just for medical reasons, but also to remind me that I’m not a god and that good health is a privilege that we should work towards every day.