Just be glad you didn't have this problem in the 1920's when Roald Dahl had an operation for adenoids when he was a child.
"The tiny blade flashed in the bright light and disappeared into my mouth. It went high up into the roof of my mouth, and the hand that held the blade gave four or five very quick twists and the next moment, out of my mouth into the basin came tumbling a whole mass of flesh and blood.
I was too shocked and outraged to do anything but yelp. I was horrified by the huge red lumps that had fallen out of my mouth into the white basin and my first thought was that the doctor had cut out the whole of the middle of my head.
'Those were your adenoids' I heard the doctor saying.
I sat there gasping. The roof of my mouth seemed to be on fire. I grabbed my mother's hand and held on to it tight. I couldn't believe that anyone would do this to me.
'Stay where you are,' the doctor said. 'You'll be all right in a minute.'
Blood was coming out of my mouth and dripping into the basin the nurse was holding. 'Spit it all out,' she said, 'there's a good boy.'
'You'll be able to breathe much better through your nose after this,' the doctor said.
The nurse wiped my lips and washed my face with a wet flannel. Then they lifted me out of the chair and stood me on my feet. I felt a bit groggy.
'We'll get you home,' my mother said, taking my hand. Down the stairs we went and onto the street. We started walking. I said
walking. We walked the full half hour journey back to my grandparents' house, and when we arrived at last, I can remember as clearly as anything my grandmother saying, 'Let him sit down in that chair and rest for a while. After all, he's had an operation."
Holy shit, you're a brand new Doc Sigma!
"Gentlemen, we can rebuild him. We have the technology. We have the capability to build the world's first bionic man. Doc Sigma will be that man. We can make him better than he was before. Better, stronger, faster."