Day 6, probably the longest, most uncomfortable day I’ve had in years. Everyone talked about the second week of recovery being the tricky part with getting tonsils out as an adult. I discounted it a little because of how smooth the first couple days went. But man has it caught up. All in all, I got to keep it in perspective that things are good. I’m able to stay home and rest, Elizabeth has been amazing and the kids have been understanding. Lots to be grateful for. This too shall pass.