Tonsils Update: The Download

Our day started at 5 o'clock this morning. Mr. A's tonsillectomy went smoothly and he's doing great. At the moment, he's sitting up in bed chatting away with G-Man, and helping him with his Algebra homework.

Myself, on the other hand, was a bundle of nerves and didn't begin to relax until I saw Mr. A in the recovery room. After we got him home, I made him a fruit smoothie, loaded him up with pain meds, and then I crashed for two hours.

The best part of the day was listening to him babble in the recovery room. I know my son is smart, freakishly smart. We're talking genius smart. But I had no idea how his brain worked. When we first saw him he was mumbling "20 paces forward, 20 paces left." We didn't know what he was refering to. It turns out that's how many paces it was from the OR to recovery.

Words poured out of his mouth as if his brain was downloading information. Imagine Rainman with a PhD. That's what he sounded like.

He recited chemistry and physics equations. Explained the entire color spectrum and all the frequencies of the wavelengths. That segued into types of radiation and the effects of radiation. Which in turn segued into cancer, skin cancer, Mr. A will sue me for bad genetics when he turns 18, and the current use of sunscreen. That's when he rattled off the list of ingredients in sunscreen. I could barely keep up.

At the mention of Starbucks, he listed my and my Sweetie's usual order. He continued to ask what time it was and each time he stated that he has a Timex Ironman watch and listed all of its features. Then he babbled on about my husband's watch.

Since Mr. A is a teenager and the filter between his brain and his mouth was incapacitated, there were a few embarrassing moments. At one point, he delcared rather loudly that he "felt like shit." We told him to watch his mouth so he said even louder that he "felt like crap."

He announced his plans to ask Emily to the prom after Spring Break. We got a full physical description of her which included the word "hottie."

When the nurse asked if we had gotten Mr. A's precriptions filled, he answered in great detail. He named each medication by brand name, generic name, listed the ingredients, the strength, the dosage, what it looked like, and where it was located in the house. Except he added a little something extra for the Phenergan (anti-nausea suppositories)... "I'm not putting anything up my a$$!" Such a proud moment.

I did take a photo with my phone but I've decided against posting it. I don't want to embarrass the poor kid too much.