With Visions of Ice Cream...

I called this morning to make an appointment with an otolaryngologist (ear nose and throat doctor). The appointment is not for myself, but for my daughter Katie. Since birth, she has been a mouth breather and she snores, like a chainsaw. Seriously. You can usually hear her snoring from another room. After talking with her pediatrician and orthodontist, we determined she needs to be evaluated to have her tonsils and adenoids removed.

The orthodontist, you say? It's hard to believe, but posture of your mouth is very critical in how your lips and facial muscles help to keep your gums and teeth formed and in-line. If you are a mouth breather, your muscles tend to be more lax, which then allow your teeth and gums to protrude forward and sort of shift around. Either this is a totally new concept for me and it really is true (especially in her case) or, I'm very gullible and will believe whatever an orthodontist tells me.
So we'll soon be visiting the ENT for an exam, to see what they think about surgery. I don't like the thought of surgery, especially anything elective. But it has been a problem medically and is also a problem with moving forward with the orthodontist.

Katie is okay with the idea. I think she is excited about being able to see some progress with visiting the orthodontist. She's excited about not snoring anymore. But most of all, she's excited about the ice cream. I had my tonsils removed when I was younger. I remember the pain. So of course, I promised her lots and lots of ice cream.

Now if someone told ME I was having to have surgery, the night before, all I would be able to think of is the surgeon losing an instrument inside me, cutting off the wrong part, or possibly never waking up. I don't think kids think like that. At least not Katie. I wish I could be a kid, and the night before surgery, falling asleep with visions of ice cream...