I too had chronic tonsillitis. It was a curse that lasted through my twenties.
It happened so often that I simply had to learn to work through the pain. That was my life. It was like a curse. I learned all the syrups, all the drops, even codeine that I signed for at the drugstore.
I was thirty when I was toughing another episode out. Eventually I started getting weak and dizzy from the soreness and sharp pain of the tonsils and went to First Care or something like that.
They told me I had an hour to go home, grab an overnight night bag and return to the hospital where they scheduled surgery for the next morning.
I had a double tonsillectomy the next morning and spent three days in the hospital because getting your tonsils out as an adult is not easy. I don't know if tonsils have roots or something but mine were not snipped out, they were carved or scooped out and cauterized. It was awful. It looked awful, all black and burned back there.
But I was so happy. I was never going to suffer from that again in my life. I had thick white cotton socks on and I'd take my IV on its rolling stand and skate down the halls in my socks, I was so happy. (It was a holiday weekend and pretty empty.) I heard the nurses ask a relative, she must be a pretty active person, isn't she?
I was just so happy.
Because the tonsils get infected, and that infection is so near your brain stem in back, it had become a life threatening situation.
You think of the mouth and throat and maybe chest when the tonsils get infected but we never consider the entire neck and the brain stem which is also involved.
My parents had been told about and bought the stories of the wonderful benefits of keeping the tonsils but the cold hard truth is I'm a much healthier person without them than with them.
I do not have respiratory problems and get no more nor worse colds than anyone else.
If only I had the tonsils out when I was a kid. I would have suffered so much less.