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.
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Occasional musings from a mobile blogger wandering through the South
Greetings, travelers! If you've stumbled here from my Blogger profile I'll interrupt your perusing to say you might like my other blog, "On the Front Porch", better than this one. Originally this was intended for distant family and friends to keep them up to date on the daily minutia of our lives. I can't imagine why anyone else would care. So, if you get bored, or if my children frighten you as they sometimes do me, stop by my other fine blogs:
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2 comments:
You are NOT bad parents. Glad the surgery went well. Is there still a hole where your livingroom should be? I'm missin ya!
I'm glad Julius came out of surgery ok. :) No such thing as a bad parent. It's a learning experience.
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