My sympathies. I had my own tonsils out at age 8 or 9, I think. I recall waking up confused and scared in the recovery room, and screaming my little head off for a good five minutes before I realized that screaming hurt. A *lot*. And later... that ice cream that they tell you that you'll be given? It was terrible.

That was my last hospital stay. I imagine there will be others in my future. I hope the ice cream will have improved by then.