Surgery #16

Yesterday was surgery #16 and Julius did great, probably better than he has ever done. The anesthesiologist tweaked things just another tiny bit which made it darn near perfect -- as perfect as anything like this can be.  I can't imagine having to get a big tube down your throat every few months and a burning laser, etc etc.  Poor guy.  He's a great sport though.

This time, he was not completely satisfied with the toys we bought him to mitigate the nastiness of repeat hospital visits, so we took all those back and ended up wheeling him around in a basket in Toys R Us while he was in a post-anesthesia drunken stupor. We are bad parents.

No pictures because either Blogger or AT&T hates me.  I'm not sure which.  You'd think with my level of comfort with technology I'd be able to figure this problem out by now, but no.  My life doesn't go that smoothly.