The Tonsils Come Out

We read “Curious George Goes to the Hospital” at least 5 times in the last week.  We talked about what was going to happen.  So when I drove him to the surgery center, he was as prepared as I could get him.

Off to surgery!

We got there in plenty of time, but then had to wait to be called back.  Once we were, everything moved pretty quickly.

Ready and cheerful!

Rerun was given these bright yellow hospital socks to wear.  I told him they were “duck feet.”  He was so taken with the idea of that, that he hopped up and “waddled” around the nurses’ station, quacking.  This gave all the nurses and staff present the giggles.  But it was also perfect, because when they asked him to “waddle” off to the operating room, he did so without any complaints or resisting.  I gave him one last hug and kiss, then went back to the lobby to wait.

The procedure itself was done in 30 minutes, and went perfectly.  The doctor called Rerun “a real trooper.”  They finally called me back to his recovery room, where he was slowly waking up.

Time to wake up!

He started to rouse at the sound of my voice, and he finally woke up enough to start drinking some water, take some Tylenol, and watch LEGO Star Wars on my iPad.  Once that was done, I got him dressed back in his clothes, and we were given the all-clear to go.

Can we go home now?

He was pretty happy to be going home!

Going home!

Once we got home, I thought he would nap.  He had other ideas.  He sacked out in our bed so he could watch TV, ate a couple of yogurt cups, and rested.

Relaxing in the big bed

This is probably where you’d think I’d talk about him being in pain, and being tired, and wanting to sleep.

And you would be wrong.

Rerun either has an extremely high pain threshold, or he has the same healing powers as Wolverine.  We are only using Tylenol and ibuprofen with him, and he claims to “feel better” and not be in much pain.  So much so, that he had a standoff with me at dinner.  His brothers were eating chicken nuggets.  He wanted a chicken nugget.  I told him no.  He grabbed a chicken nugget and, giving me a look that said “I am going to eat this or die in the attempt,” ate the chicken nugget without wincing.  And then he ate another one.

There is nothing quite like having your bluff called by a five year old.  I was told, repeatedly, that he was going to be in pain.  WHERE IS THE PAIN??

You’d never know he’d had his tonsils out (and we got a flashlight and checked!) except that his voice is rough and scratchy and sounds like he’s congested (probably the swelling from the adenoidectomy part).  We’ll see how he does today.  At this rate, he will probably be asking to go skydiving by Thursday.

One Response to “The Tonsils Come Out”

  1. Nana
    July 14th, 2015 06:41

    What a story!!