Aleks Day Thirteen

Aleks got his stint out. The surgeon said we'll keep it out a week to let his nostril come down a bit, then we'll come back down here AGAIN to get a new stint that he'll have to wear for twelve hours a day.

Mr. HotShot Magic Hands' method of determining all this is rather confusing. He looks at Aleks for a total if maybe three seconds while simultaneously walking into the room and then makes a pronouncement about what he wants to do. He doesn't read charts or look at x-rays. He just looks, sees, then declares. It's rather odd. Oh well. Maybe it means he's good at this.

Aleks is happy to have the stint out at any rate.