Tuesday, June 15, 2010, was the big day. When Clayton went for his last dental appointment his dentist called Nichole in and asked? "Have you looked at this boys tonsils?" Nichole had never really thought about them because Clayton is such a healthy young man. No bouts with his tonsils at all. But when she looked she could see what the dentist meant. Clay's tonsils were very very large. HUGE in fact. Clayton has always been a loud "Snorer" and no one likes to share a bedroom with him and his tonsils were the reason why. Nichole had noticed that sometimes he would not breath evenly while he slept. She took him to the doctor as recommended and sure enough he said that the tonsils and adenoids really did need to come out. An appointment was made with Dr. Kelly at Primary Children's Hospital for the procedure to take place. On Monday they let Nichole know that they would need to check in at two p.m. She had asked me to bring the GPS down so it would guide her to the hospital. (Now Primary Children's Hospital is not an unfamiliar place to the Isaacson family since Hunter has been going their regularly for the last few years). Nichole was concerned because Jeff had always done the driving in the past and never seemed to take the same route. She programed in what she thought was the hospital but for some reason it took her clear south to Murray to another division of the hospital. Skylar gave me a call ---- MOM IS LOST!
- call the hospital and tell them that we will be late. I did this and the lady I talked with chuckled and asked where she was ---- I said way south. Evidently Nichole is not the first late person and told me to tell her to get on State Street and then get off at 100 East and travel east till she came to the hospital. I really do not know how she got there but she did and Clayton was prepared for the surgery. It took about thirty minutes and the job was done. When he was waking up in recovery he was madder than a disturbed hornet and said "I didn't want my tonsils out". He thrashed about and so his IV came out of his hand. It took a lot of talk to calm this little spit fire down. By seven thirty he, Nichole and Skylar were back home settling down for hopefully a good quiet night. I had gone down earlier in the day to stay with Sam, Heather, Hunter and Tristin. 
It was a ballgame night for Tristin. A double header. We need to be to the ballpark by five. Natalie had picked up the children and I took a rest until time to leave. I had allowed fifteen minutes to take the five minute trip. Half way to the park Tristin said ---"Grandma, you have to turn around and go back - I forgot my hat". Now it is my understanding that Tristin always forgets something. Home we went and he arrived at the park ten minutes late. Both teams that they were to play that night were short players so they just scrimmaged. Grandpa had driven down and met us at the ballpark. The wind was very brisk and I was cold. Kind of glad when Skylar came to relieve me for the second game. Hunter enjoyed the game by playing on his skateboard. I don't know if Tristin really likes baseball or if it is just that his coaches don't show a lot of interest in teaching them. I think he is glad that it is over.
We decided it would be best to spend the night at the Isaacson home in case anything went wrong with Clayton. Grandpa and I do pretty good on a double bed but it does seem a bit small when you are used to a larger one. Clayton had an okay night but not a lot of rest for Nichole. I know that she was exhausted from the worry and stress and being without Jeff. She is a real trooper. All Clayton could think about was that he had been promised some LEGO's and he wanted them "NOW". Trying to keep him calm and quiet is not an easy job. Heather was so excited when Grandpa opened the door on Wednesday morning ---- and a bit surprised. She and Sam had come earlier than the normal time and Aunt Nichole was at Wal-Mart getting the LEGO. Grandpa left to go home about nine after breakfast and I stayed to help play with the children and do what i could.
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