Sayonara Tonsils!

Things went great Friday morning. We were the first ones on the schedule so we didn't have to wait long. Of course that meant we had to leave a 6 am. That was rough. Bethany got up on her own a 7 and got ready by herself for school. She's growing up. My awesome dentist was the first on the scene to put sealants on all Sam's teeth. They couldn't do it when he was at the dentist office. He is a very unwilling and drooly patient. Then out came the tonsils. The doctor said they were scarred in like adult tonsils. That means the tonsils have been sick and we didn't know. They were also growing in a weird direction. Because of this they were a little harder to get out than normal but he got the job done. When he woke up all he wanted was a popcicle and the I.V. out of his arm. He about smacked the nurse in the face waiving his arm around all loopy so she would take the I.V. out. He would perk right up when he heard the word popcicle. Friday and Saturday you would never have known he had surgery, but it finally hit him today. He's down for the count, poor guy. Boswell is quite concerned. I think we have a long week ahead of us but hopefully he'll be happier two tonsils lighter.