Sometimes I forget to report back on stuff. And things.
Like how months and months ago I wrote about the Doctor battling with case after case of tonsillitis. And how I was determined to not let him have surgery if I could help it. After visiting a cache of different GPs - and most were not interested in finding the root cause of the problem.
Of course I am not so bonkers that I wouldn't book him in to have his tonsils removed if he had to, but I am someone who is determined to investigate alternate options. I clearly remember having surgery under general anaesthetic when I was just five, and that awful murky feeling that follows. Of course - that surgery - was unavoidable - and I am so gratedul my parents had my wonky eye fixed way back when.
And so research we did.
He's now been visiting the world's most rad osteopath, Jamie, for about five months.
Since he began going to see Jamie, guess how many times he's had tonsillitis?
Zero. Zilch. Nada. None. He hasn't had tonsillitis since.
This is brilliant in my book.
This last month he's lost a tooth too - a big one, one of the top front teeth. There was great excitement when the Tooth Fairy visited.
Other than that, life is peachy.
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