Recently I sat in the hospital waiting room patiently allowing the hospital processes to take their time. My surgery seemed to be scheduled for a similar time as that of the children undergoing removal of their tonsils and adenoids. I couldn’t help but marvel at how times had changed in relation to children in hospital.
When my brother (Baby boomer rural Australia) had his tonsils and adenoids removed my parents took him to the hospital, the nurse took him in hand and led him away from my mother screaming. I don’t know whose pain was worse – his or hers.
Now entire families sat in the room normally only allowed to those undergoing the knife. A little old man tried to go with his wife to wait with her – he was turned back. But here we had Mums and Dads and siblings joining the tonsillectomy child in the waiting room. Mum was given theatre garb to wear – she would go into theatre with the child. No being taken out the back to a trolley for these kids. The anaesthetist came into the waiting room and sat cross legged on the floor. Let’s hope the cleaners were skilled in their job. He talked about spacemen and masks and had numerous sizes for the child to try out, always starting at a huge oversize number before working down to the appropriate size for the child. Then they examined what smell the child would like to have when the mask was placed on his face. There was coca cola, strawberry, mint but all the kids this day chose a candy floss flavour. Once all these important things had been decided off Mum, child and anaesthetist went – straight to theatre. I doubt Mum was allowed to stay for the entire operation but none came back to the pre surgery waiting room. They probably were moved on to recovery so they were there when the child woke up.
This gave me the prompt for this months Times Past. Then I discovered in 2016 we had already done changes to treatment in medical conditions which had been prompted by my bunion and hammer toe operation. Changes in Treatment can be seen here. Instead I decided to go simply with tonsils and adenoids. Have you had them out? What was your experience? Was it different to your child’s experience. Perhaps someone from the silent generation might remember tonsil removal on the kitchen table.
Baby Boomer – Russian City
But perhaps it is not just the silent generation that might have some tales to tell. A flat mate of my husband in the seventies travelled to Russia. At that time the Cold War still raged and travel in Russia was very regulated. Permits were required to travel and it was not allowed to break your journey from the route planned. When you get tonsilitis on the trans Siberian railway these rules are broken for the afflicted but his travelling companions were compelled to continue on their journey. Murray was taken to hospital where nobody could speak English. One day as he wandered the ward he was grabbed from behind, another burly chap wrenched open his mouth and a third shoved a scalpel in his mouth, slitting the offending organ. Blood spurted forth and Murray couldn’t even scream. He said he never stood again where someone could come up and grab him from behind.
Please join in giving your location at the time of your memory and your generation. An explanation of the generations and the purpose of the prompts along with conditions for joining in can be seen at the Times Past Page. Join in either in the comments or by creating your own post and linking. Looking forward to your memories.