May 26th - 3-13

Sam did the tubes again today. It went pretty well, I think. I mean, the surgery was fine. No troubles there. But the waiting went good, too. This is important, because as a great man once said, "The waiting is hardest part."

We get to the hospital two hours before the surgery is scheduled. A bunch of people come out to talk to us and the boy. We've been through this twice before, so Tieraney and I barely paid attention. It made Sam comfortable, though, so I guess it's worth it. The most traumatic experience for him, apparently, were the pajamas.



The boy did not like them at all, but who cam blame him? Teddy bears flying complex spacecraft? That's just stupid.

Better yet, when the anesthesiologist came out to talk to us, he asked if the nurse had been out to explain things. We said we're not sure, so he replied. "She's young...a bit overweight..."

How about that? Wonder if there's a story there. Actually, I'm going to start describing people like that. "Did you see our receptionist? She's young...a bit overweight...smells like dog piss...you can't miss her. She literally smells like dog piss. Oh, and her face is off-center just enough to make her kind of ugly, but not really ugly. Just ugly enough so that you wouldn't trust her to watch your kids."

Anyway, Sam cried a bit at various points (mainly because he wanted to eat when he couldn't and wanted to get all of the wires and identifiers off of him), but did well beyond that. Immediately back to his normal self.

Successful surgery equals four yard run on what was meant to just get a first down.

My ball: 1st and 10 on Life's 22.