PhantomMut

About six weeks ago I saw that my little boy had an inguinal hernia. After a day to get the diagnosis confirmed ("how did you know it was a hernia?" "It looked like his testicle had grown to the size of a plum") I scheduled an appointment with the best in the city at repairing the problem (two weeks delay for him to come back from vacation) and finally got a slot in the operating rooms at the best hospital in the city (another three weeks). He had the surgery yesterday first thing in the morning, and the little man was flirting with the nurses by noon. He stayed overnight only because he's still small, and they wanted to be sure there weren't any lingering effects from the anesthesia. So we came back home this afternoon. Life is good.