|Poor Mr. J is trying to smile here but it's not quite working. Poor boy has gone through the ringer. Or so he feels.|
When one is destined to spend a week or more on the couch recovering from surgery, one must put down stakes and camp out for a bit.
Makes it way more bearable.
Mr. M is also on a couch right by Mr. J but no tent for him. He is way too miserable. This has proven to be quite painful for him and the last two days and nights have been spent in a lot of tears. Last night being the worst. I'd get one settled down and comfortable finally and the other would wake up crying and in pain. They both took turns all night.
We're really hoping we've hit the peak of all of this and that the two boys start to come down on the pain levels.
On a funny side note. Two siblings have been complaining that they want their tonsils out too because they want lots of ice cream, popsicles, treats, etc. After the yesterday they decided that they wanted to keep their tonsils right where they were. Not worth it.