Tomorrow, my son will have his tonsils removed. The soft tissue at the back of throat will be excavated by a surgeon and dropped in a kidney shaped metal pan.

When I was a kid, nobody removed tonsils. Mine were especially large resulting in many bouts with strep throat, but they stayed intact. Back in the 70s, the medical profession frowned on removing those mysterious organs. They might do something that medicine was yet unaware of. I’m not sure what. Provent cancer? Provide us with superhuman strength? Communicate with aliens?

Nowadays, every trendy kid lacks tonsils and adenoids. Tonsilectomies are the thing to do.

These swings in medical practice does not exactly fill me with confidence. There’s no science going on here. When it comes to my kid’s health, I want to see the medical profession going along in a straight line of progress. None of this wishy/washy back and forth stuff.

Despite these trepidations, wee Jonah will be pushed in a little car into the operating room at 9:00 tomorrow.

I’ll be back soon to tell you about my interview with a Times reporter about mommy blogs.