In a post published two days ago, I wrote about my nephew going to the hospital for an operation.
Well, he had it yesterday and all went well.
I woke up early yesterday morning and was told that it had been done and he was in the bed dosed up on painkillers and eating Rice Krispies.
Seemed fine enough to me!
They kept him in a little longer and I spoke to him after he returned home yesterday evening.
He didn't really talk about the operation. He seemed more pleased that the hospital gave him an Easter egg before he left.