Jameson had his surgery last Wednesday and all went well. In the hospital, we had Jack Sparrow take some of his medicine (to calm him down) so that he would take it too. He was in recovery for over an hour while they were trying to wake him up. I don't think I could have gotten through this without my mother. She kept Jameson calm with sock puppets and she kept me from wanted to just sit and cry. We finally got on the road at 5, right in rush hour traffic. He was so hungry; it had been almost 24 hours without food. He begged for more and more food. We tried to give him small portions with breaks in between. After a while, we just finally stopped at McDonald's and he ate an entire kid's meal as well as most of a large fry. When we got home, he kept trying to walk, but his legs kept giving out. I am so grateful that he had an easy recovery. I gave him Tylenol Thursday morning right after he woke up. He was pretty much back to his energetic self the rest of the day. He did take a small trip into town with mom and dad. He didn't do any walking. But when he came home, he said as he was bent over, "Mom, I'm walking like this again(meaning doubled over)." So, I said, "Do you want some more medicine?" He responded sounding like a sarcastic 16 year old, "Ummmm, YEAH!"