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.