He's a bit sore, hasn't really talked all night (very strange) but isn't wobbly from the anesthesia like he was a few hours ago when I got home. The doctor's visit led to this conversation via email:
MrsGraybeard: The doctor said they had to remove two teeth that were bad. He'll be knocked out a few hours before I can go pick him up.
Me: My God that's rough! The poor little guy. Get him some whipped cream or beluga caviar or WHATEVER HE WANTS
MrsGB: How do you get get eggs from those whales, anyway?
Me: It's really rough. The tampons to catch an egg are the size of baseball bat, but bigger around. And dragging them through the water in SCUBA gear? That was rough. Not to mention that they don't particularly like it when you try to collect their eggs. I'm not trying that again!