Getting my tonsils out

The day I got my tonsils out was the scariest day of my life. In the hospital waiting room, I sat in my mother's lap wrapped in a blanket and shaking like a leaf. Then two of "them" came to get me. They had masks over their mouths and something covering their hair. All I could see were their eyes. I kicked and screamed as they pried me away from my mother and carried me to this big, cold room. They put me down on a table under a big, bright light. One of "them" held me down while the other one put something over my nose and mouth. It made me woozy and I fell asleep right away. The last thing I remember hearing was a high-pitched, screechy sound.