Yeah, so, the Spawn handled getting tubes in his ears like a champ.
The fine folks at Kaiser told us to arrive at 6:45 a.m., and The Boy wasn’t allowed to eat or drink anything after midnight the night before, just like “Gremlins.” So, we got Calvin to the hospital on time and without incident. But then, they had us waiting around until 8:15 a.m.
You ever hang out with a thirsty and hungry toddler for 90 minutes in a hospital waiting room? It kinda sucks.
I packed three books, his stuffed bear, his blanket and a toy truck, but the only thing he wanted to play with was a dry-erase pen he stole from the surgery prep room. Figures.
We took the pen home with us, because the surgery cost a lot and we wanted our money’s worth. Apparently, The Boy having normal hearing isn’t good enough for us. We want a dry-erase pen, plus all the apple juice and graham crackers we can carry.
The surgery was really quick. Mighty, mighty good man David and I basically had time to use the restroom before the nurse came back to the waiting room and told us he was in recovery.
In the recovery area, The Boy was HIGH. It was a little disturbing, but also really funny. He was smiling for no reason and staring at his hands. He’s a happy drunk … just like his mommy.
And now, it’s like nothing even happen. He’s destroying our home as usual and pretending he doesn’t hear us when we tell him stop.