A Day at the Hospital

I'm sorry. I'm sick. Not my usual something's wrong with my nose and throat and ears and head kind of sick. No. It's more my cast iron stomach which never gives me a day's grief in my life kind of sick. So I'll be crawling back into my favorite chair in a moment and going back to sleep.

First, though, I had to chronicle the removal of Little Guy's tonsils and adenoids. For those of you who don't have cast iron stomachs. And I have to begin the day before his surgery.

His stupid mother (that would be me - keep up) decided that having Little Guy's best friend over to spend the night before surgery would be a good thing, since LG would be out of commission for a couple of weeks. I do not recommend this. Ever. While grocery shopping for ice cream and Popsicles and whipped yogurt (not something I ever buy, but Little Guy thought it might help his throat), I called the doctor's office to find out when surgery would be. Yes, I was instructed to call the doctor at three in the afternoon the day before surgery to find out at what time my son would be sedated and cut.

So we're on our way to the friend's home when I find out LG's surgery is at 7:30 AM. And they want us there at 6:30. Guess when I'd be dropping off the friend? Yeah - six. And he was okay with that. So was his mom. So was Little Guy.

Guess who didn't sleep the night before surgery? Besides me, I mean. You know, it's like taking a flight somewhere and not wanting to sleep through the alarm so you don't sleep at all. I got up at 5:20 and both boys were wide awake and dressed.

So we arrive at the hospital and check in. We're shown to a room with a rolling bed and the nurse gives Little Guy a shot of Demerol in his hip. He handles it beautifully, rolling on his side and just taking it. Turns out he is too big for the drug cocktail they give children to drink as prep for knocking them out. While we waited for his shot, LG was happy to watch the little TV that swung down to face level just for him. And play his GameBoy.

The doctor comes out at some point to say hi. Did I mention that he is GORGEOUS? What is it with doctors in Tulsa? Our optometrist is HAWT as well. And this ENT - mm, mm, mm. Anyway - he tells us what to expect, how long it should take (about half an hour), etc. Then they wheel Little Guy away.

Honest to Pete, he was gone half an hour. The doc comes out to tell me his tonsils and adenoids were really big, but came out beautifully. I wander into his room to find him very groggy. It's the cutest thing ever, sedated children. His blue eyes were all bleary. And he's asking if the doctor saved the tonsils for him. Nope.

We were at the hospital for another two hours, mostly because Little Guy was sleeping. Wonder why? He slept well, talked to dad, slept some more, then we left. On the way home we stopped at Wendy's for a Frosty shake (he said it was very good), at Burger King for some cheesy tots, and Krispy Kreme for a mocha shake and warm donuts. Then the pharmacy for medicated lollies, hydrocodone and stuff for possible nausea. I think I might take some of that in a few minutes.



Yesterday was a really good day for Little Guy. See? This is him yesterday. He stayed hydrated. Experienced pain, but nothing unbearable. Today he's playing his GameBoy and drooling. Yes, drooling. Ew. No clue why. So I need to hydrate him some more. If you'll excuse me ...

Until I write again ...

Flea