Friday, August 27, 2010

The Chronicles of a Little Man's Day at the Hospital

So - the poor little guy had a set of bum eyes

They did not behave as they should

and he didn't really use the left one much at all!


Mom (taking the picture) and Dad (big guy holding the Buddy) took him to the hospital for a quick tune up of the old eye muscles.

The following is the picture chronicles of a little man having eye surgery:

7:15 am - happy but sleepy - I am totally clueless as to what is coming

Unhappy - why does this thing have to be on my finger and that medicine you just gave me tasted terrible


Bored - so I am going to take some pictures of my feet with Mommy's phone


Ahh - it is no wonder that they call that stuff giggle juice


I toootttttaaaalllllyyy get it now - totally


Now I am going to take some pictures of Mommy - I am going to have to say that the giggle juice might have impacted my photography skills at this point (cuz' you know what - I am only 3 but I have mad skills with an iphone camera but anyway I digress....)


It's all good at this point - all good.


My Mom is a great packer - she had all my stuff in a groovy pink bag


and then you know what - I have no idea what happened - the last thing I remember was taking the juice. (Have I mentioned that was GREAT juice?)

After surgery - I was REALLY sleepy
Very sleepy


and I pretty much slept all day (and watched TV with my Dad) until we went out to dinner, which I got to pick, on account of having had something happen after they gave me that juice - still a little fuzzy there

Anyway....

My Mom kept trying to take my picture but getting me to look the other way. I dunno - something about how red my eyes were.
What? Look this way but hold my head still? Sorry lady I am not following you here.
Now I just feel confused
and slightly irritated - where is my burger anyway?
Next day - big walk with Mom, pretty much loving life.
Although - it is possible I am still a little sleepy (and yes - these are the same pj's as surgery day - don't judge my Mom though if you don't mind)
Post op appointment with my doc. I made a friend. It was great. I whispered to my Mom "Mom I think he is my friend and I think he likes me." Must has sounded cute because my Mom kissed me and grinned.
Then she took me to wing stop and let me cut my own chicken.
Something that I really enjoy.

and that - my friends - is that. I don't even have to wear glasses for the next 6 weeks! I can't tell you how excited my Mom er I mean I am about that one!!!!!!





2 comments:

Foursons said...

Yay! So glad it went so well and that he was even up for going and getting dinner later that night.

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