Good news. Dad's tonsil-less and he lived to talk about it.
Granted, he kind of looks like a Mack truck drove over him. And he can't really talk at the moment since it kind of hurts. But he made it through.
The surgery took a whole 30 minutes this morning and Dad was back at home and sleeping in the recliner by the time I even left work at noon. I still went and spent the afternoon with Mom though. And part of my duties? Babysitting Dad while she went to go get his pain medicine.
Now he just gets to lay low for the next week or so. Sleep. Lounge in the recliner. Keep himself doped up on some strong liquid Vicodin. And of course get used to having no tonsils.
2 comments:
I'm so glad to hear he is doing well. Have a great weekend!
Raina
Sigh. I remember having my tonsils removed (and adenoids, and tubes implanted in my ear, at the same time)...mom doted on me, I got to eat a million popsicles...The only negative, aside from not being able to swallow, was my inability to yell at my little brother.
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