Tonsillectomygate '06

First, I would like to lodge a formal complaint. I thought that you weren't supposed to be able to talk after getting your tonsils ripped out by the roots? Turns out that this is a hope-raising LIE. And Tylenol with Codeine? Not an attitude adjuster, also as hoped. I'm just sayin'.

Ok, so all went well. Thanks to the wonders of modern medicine, the actual procedure took about 20 minutes. She was out of recovery in about 2 hours. A big change from yesteryear when you stayed in hospital at least overnight. (Not that I know, personally. I still have mine. Makes me feel kinda special.) Everyone at Children's Hospital was great, except some dumb broad in billing. I soon had her straightened out. The anesthesia made The Girl nauseous most of the first day, but that passed. Yesterday and today she's been talking less, but still ornery. She thinks that I'm pushing her to drink more liquids only as a part of my diabolical plan to drive her insane. I can't seem to convince her that I've put that plan on hold for now and that her insistence on continuing the Tween Crappy Attitude and Refusal To Co-operate Just Because is making me slightly frantic with the aforementioned pushing of the aforementioned liquids.

That's the fascinating update. I'm going to take advantage of the blissfully overcast, cool weather here (70 degrees, people. In August. It is, indeed, a miracle.) and do something creative. After shoveling off the kay-rap that is covering my work area. Meh.

Now to go and push liquids. You know, because I am mean and cruel and moronic. Like all mothers of tweens.