This morning two of my grandchildren (Logan, age 5 and Genevieve, age 3) had their tonsils and adenoids taken out, by the same doctor, one right after the other! I was a bit emotional just waiting to hear how these little tykes were doing. Logan's mommy (Sydney) said that he "was pissed" and resting on the sofa and Genevieve's mommy (Stacy) said that Genevieve finally accepted a popsicle but was being very sweet. Both of my daughters said that they prepared the kids for what to expect, so there were no surprises, but it was such a different experience for me when I was 5 and had my tonsils out. Briefly, my mother just one day took me to the hospital and a funny lady with a big white hat (a nurse) made me put on this funny underwear and had me climb into a wheelchair. I thought it was a game until the next thing I knew, I was laying on a table (operating table) and was told to count backwards by these adults standing around me. When I woke up (waked) my mother was beside me and said I had my tonsils out. I didn't know what that meant, but my throat was sore. I think that was stinky of my mother to not prepare me, but I realize things were different in those days! This "tonsil story" is actually written up in my personal family history......have you written yours' yet?
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