I glued, colored and folded happily while she "worked" on the laptop and begged for Glee videos. This ended up being a Good Thing, as we weren't even called into a cubicle until 2:15, and they wheeled by little Versed stoner off to the O.R. at ten till three.
Aaand here she is, scarcely an hour later, less adenoids, and sporting a shiny new pair of Shepard tubes. (She insists they're pink---and who am I to contradict her?)
As I was settling her into her bed, she looked up at me and asked, "Mommy, can you make everybody stop talking so loudly? I just had surgery."
I'd call that a win.