It isn't important to know why I ended up in the box, it's just important to know that he wanted to join me in there. Sometimes a man needs to play with cardboard.
After the cardboard, all of us decided to go for a drive. The mama Ali called shotgun so guess who got to drive?
You know how when you live somplace you never get to do the tourist stuff? New Yorkers never go to the Statue of Liberty. People in DC never visit the Smithsonian after grade school. Well After being home for a year and a half, Jordan drove 6 miles east for his first visit to the beach. He has now been to the beach as many times as he has been to Times Square (1000 miles north).
Yesterday was our last preparation before Tuesday's procedure. We went to the hospital in Jacksonville to visit the anestesiologist. She gave us a couple of meds to give him this weekend and made sure that we knew what to expect. Anyone who has ever had surgery knows not to eat or drink before hand, but this will be a problem. When you have a kid, you have a schedule. His schedule usually has breakfast by 9am. We can't even give him water within 4 hours of the surgery. We don't know what time it will be, but either we wake him early to get hime there and he gets hungry, or we wakes up at the normal time and he gets hungry. Either way the doctor makes the rules and the parents catch hell. Oh yeah, we also have to give him a breathing treatment before putting him in the car. He hates those.
On Tuesday we will go to the hospital at a time TBD. After changing the lil' tornado into a hospital gown they will time to the OR. They will fix his tongue and place a tube in his throat to see what they can find. They know what is obstructing the airway, but they need to know why. With luck the might be able to fix it right then, but that probably will happen in the future. Then he goes into recovery. If he recovers well we can go home before dinner. Otherwise he may have to stay in the hospital overnight for observation. Personally I want him to stay overnight. Jordan is going to be hungry as hell, mad as a wet hen, and his throat will be as sore as sh!t. I want to people who cause that to happen to deal with the consequences while I relax in an easy chair reading the night away. Like I always say, don't do the crime if you can't change the diapers full of crap.
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