Our poor little Tyson. It seems as though anything medical that happens in our family happens to this little guy. He is the only one that has to wear glasses, the only one with major dental issues, the only one that can fall 15 feet and not have a single scratch or bruise, and the only one (so far) that had to have his tonsils out.
This summer we noticed this horrible odor coming from him and after taking him to the dentist and trying different mouthwashes it was determined that it was not a dental issue and we were referred to Dr. Catten. Tyson's tonsils were so big and had big pits in them that were causing bacteria to form so we had to schedule a tonsilectomy. This was done in August (it seems as though everything in our house happens in August, we're going to start hibernating for this month). Tyson had no idea what he was in for, he was excited to be able to eat all the popsicles he wanted. Unfortunately for him the fun didn't last long, within just a few days he didn't want anymore popsicles or jello. He wanted to eat "real food" as he would always tell me. As always this little guy got through it like a champ. It amazes me how grown up he is, he handles everything that is thrown at him so well and barely complains about any of the testing or countless doctor appointments he has to endure.
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After Surgery: