So Scott and I took Joey back to Tucson a few days later to have his surgery. He was pretty nervous but we read a book together about what happens to a little boy when he gets his out and his big brother Jackson also told him all about the sweet gas and not feeling anything. He took his monkey, also named Joey, for moral support. The nurses took one look at him and decided he needed his tonsils out too. Joey was so excited they could both get their tonsils out.
He was very brave and did remarkably well during recovery. I really expected him to whine and complain but he was very good about drinking his liquids and didn't hardly complain. When it was all over the nurse asked if he wanted to look at his tonsils. When she brought them back she said she was shocked at how large they were. She said they normally put them in a little vial but that his were so large they had to put them in a cup. No wonder he couldn't breathe and talked through his nose. He's a trooper.
getting ready
Joey the monkey gets a hat too!
All done. Look at the size of those things!
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They brought him his tonsils? That really gross! kind of cool, but mostly just gross!
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