Finish the sentence: "My son has huge..."

...Tonsils. And adenoids, for what it's worth. I get the impression that the adenoids are really the problem, and tonsils just get an undeserved bad rap.




And this is the story of how I came to discover this.



So, you'll remember my unsuccessful and somewhat frustrating experience with an allergist a few months back. Well, Little J's negative allergy test, combined with a high number of ear infections, combined with his general congestion indicated (to his pediatrician) that a trip to the ENT would be in our best interests.



Fast forward to this morning.



My mom left our house at 6:00 a.m....at which point, I crawled back into bed and spent 40 minutes convincing myself to go back to sleep. Only to reawaken at 7:00 a.m.



Maybe a bad choice.



But, I crawled out of bed, had my obligatory 30 sneezes, threw on the least stained pair of jeans sitting closest to the top of my clothes pile (cleanliness of all items in this mound...questionable). Loaded two of our four kids in the car, grabbed a diet coke...and off to carpool we went.



After dropping G and her homies at school, Little J and I headed to Sams. Only to be distracted by Walmart's gardening section, where I purchased plants I am destined to kill. Then on to Sams, where I proceeded to stock up on all things frozen or refrigerated.



Back in the car, about to head down Hanley Road when I remember. Crap, the ENT appointment. It's currently 9:25, and it's my best guess that the appointment is either at 9:30 or 10:00. Here is where I may have started to curse my lack of iphone, blackberry, Palm, or other electronic device which has been promised to organize my life. Son of a motherless goat.



Here is also where I may also have cursed my lack of ability to keep my cell phone charged. Or to even know where my cell phone was.



Best bet: head to Mike's office on Brentwood, where he could set me straight. Now, here is where God was doing two things: laughing hysterically at my wishy-washy-ness and taking pity on me. Because whose car do I happen to see turning in to the Brentwood YMCA at precisely that moment? Yup, my life-saver husband.



Who tells me (via his Palm) that yes indeed, the appointment is at 9:45. Current time: 9:28. This is the point at which I believe that God has indeed finished the Highway 40 construction west of Brentwood Boulevard simply to save my life in this moment. But there's still the issue of the perishables in my trunk...which my hubby loads in to his car, to transport back home.



Disaster averted. Except that I look like a train wreck. Vanity will have to go out the window for the morning, I suppose. Seriously, thank goodness I have jeans on, but let's just say that flannel pajama pants would have been a more appropriate choice based on how the rest of me looked.



We arrive 5 minutes late. Fill out at least 10 different forms. Say hello to our cousin, who also happens to be here for a tonsil/adenoid consult (total coincidence). Get ushered in to our room and meet the doctor, who proceeds to look in Little J's nose, ears and throat.



I mention, casually, that his tonsils are pretty big.



To which he replies, "Oh, they're massive."



So, adenoid removal/tonsillectomy scheduled for June 9th. Turns out he is a classic case, and having them removed will help him breathe. Which makes me feel terrible, because apparently kids AREN'T supposed to be all buggery and snotty all the time. Good to know.



And it's like we're back in the NICU again, scheduling surgeries left and right. L this Friday, Little J in a few weeks. Hopefully we'll have everyone eating/breathing/digesting/sleeping properly in no time flat!