When I had these procedures done, I didn’t talk for days. I barely moved, and I would have been content not to breathe for quite some time. Lying on the living room couch, scratching out brief messages for water and a blanket on my mother’s notepads because the pain of talking was too much to endure remain vivid memories. My tonsils and adenoids were burned out, apparently a far more traumatic process than today’s methods.
My son, on the other hand, has been talking since he awoke from his procedure where both tonsils and adenoids were removed with sound waves. Yes, his throat hurts something terrible, but he can eat, drink, and even argue. That in and of itself signifies to me the incredible advances of medical technology.
When has technology made a dramatic improvement, or downgrade, for something in your life?