T&A (not what you're thinking)

My poor sweet David is sick again with strep throat, confirmed yesterday with a throat culture. And a T&A (tonsillectomy & adenoidectomy) has been officially mentioned by the pediatritian.

Now, although I am not a surgical nurse, I have seen a few surgeries. I have circulated many cesarean sections, and I observed one quadruple bypass back in nursing school. I have no problem with the sight of blood, the odor of cautery, the sound of suction. I can pick up the little bloody sponges and count 'em up at the end of a case. I can watch the scalpel slice through skin, and I can watch the staples go in at the end. No problem.

But I cannot stand the sight of a tonsillectomy. I saw one in nursing school and it will haunt me for life. I won't even describe the awful sight of that poor child, his eyes and head draped and his mouth wide open...really I won't. The thought of my little David having to go through that is unbearable. The ENT will have his work cut out for him if he wants to sell me on that. We'll see.

Now on to happier subjects. I dragged out my quilting again yesterday and I finally finished a quilt top that I started over two years ago. I'm going to give it to my sister for her baby. It is adorable, if I do say so myself. I couldn't help thinking, however, that I was finishing a quilt that I started before all the trouble began. That's how it is. The thought of the murder creeps in like that. It permeates my thoughts every day. Mostly around the edges of my mind, but it's always, always there.

Wasn't that supposed to be a happier subject? Oh well. I try.