A bloody complication
Her own emergency surgery will change her practice, writes Beth Crouch
I was handed a plastic cup that contained an innocent looking clear liquid: “Gargle this for as long as you can, then spit it out.” Seconds later blood stained foam started spewing from my mouth onto my face and down my chin. I was back in hospital five days after a tonsillectomy.
My general practitioner had referred me after recurrent tonsillitis. I decided where and when to be treated through the NHS “choose and book” scheme.1 I wanted the first available appointment, which led to the procedure being carried out at the local private hospital. My room was more luxurious than many hotels I've stayed in. Food was served as though it was room service, and my private bathroom was double the size of the one at home. The nurses clerked me in, and I met the surgeon. I was much less anxious once I met the anaesthetist because I