Doctors and operations are unfortunately no strangers to our family, most of which have over the years involved my daughter. But last week, it was my son’s turn.
They say that of all the procedures doctors perform, having one’s tonsils removed is among the most basic. That little fact was comforting. Still, this was my son. And when it’s your own son, the only comfort involved is taking him home when it’s all over. But part of being a father is putting on the disguise of someone confident and not at all worried. I wear that disguise often.
The promise of all-he-could-eat ice cream was enough to make the whole experience worthwhile for my son. Only one thing really bothered him — the anesthesia. He didn’t fear going to sleep. Didn’t fear never waking up. No, the thing that got him was waking up during.
But of course that never happened, and he’s pretty well back to normal now. But the lesson of “the happy gas” was one I pondered for a while, and I have it today over at Katdish’s blog. Please hop over there and read it. And from my family to you, thanks for all the prayers.