On the way at 6am, wearing a balloon hat from a restaurant last night.
Trying to pass the time waiting for the surgery.
After a dose of something that got Simon somewhat drunk, our highly respected ENT put a giggling Simon over his shoulder and took him into surgery.
Eating Jello in the afternoon. "Getting my tonsils tooken out wasn't as worse I thought." His grammar is failing him today, but he was still trying to look on the bright side.
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