A brownie toast to a good day!

[bmweerman]

The wait was long in the frigid waiting room. The thermostat read 72 degrees, but it must have still been set on "temperature savings time" as it was at least down to 65 or so. I had the laptop, which put out a little heat that kept me somewhat out of the freezing zone, but no internet. I settled for many rounds of Mahjong and Spider Solitaire. It wasn't exactly the best environment to do any creative writing; fussy children prevailed and the TV was set on one of those old sit-coms with actors that have annoying voices. A much different atmosphere from the waiting rooms at the hospital in New Mexico. They had a hushed noise level, even when there were many relatives of patients present. Of course the decor of the place emphasized much of the Navajo culture and there was an abundance of water displays, all gurgling and rushing soothingly. Perhaps the new remodel will produce better results at San Joaquin.

 

Surgery, or at least the time spent in the operating room, was expected to last 2 hours. I started getting nervous as 3 hours rolled around, and started calling the nurses station in recovery at 3:15. Finally, at around 3:30, a weary Dr. Paik quickly found me and explained the delay. As I mentioned earlier, the surgery was very difficult and so had taken longer. He told me to go get some lunch and come back in an hour and a half, then go to the 5th floor where he would be resting by then.

 

Anxious for an internet connection to spread the news, I went to the closest internet coffee house I new of, Dagney's, and got to work on emails and phone calls. Due to the fact that the area of Dagney's that has accessible outlets was quite full, I had to operate on battery power. That cut the session a little, but I got business taken care of, and had a nice strawberry/peach tea smoothie.

 

I returned to the hospital and checked in at the 5th floor nursing station where I was told to go to room 5234. When I entered, he was asleep and had a very large mass under the covers where his right leg is. He later showed me the cast he is sporting, which runs a little above the knee, and is propped atop a foam block. Thus, the size of the mass is explained. They didn't give him one of those cool colored ones, it's just white, so maybe we'll turn my young artist loose on it and see what she comes up with. (She has a Cheshire cat and colorful butterflies painted on her bedroom walls.)

 

He was so sleepy and trying to stay awake because I was there, so I left around 7:00 so he could just relax. I got home and surveyed the mess from the past couple of weeks and decided that a pan of brownies was just the ticket to get me moving to bring some sort of order to things. I don't know what his needs will be when he returns, but a fresh start seems in order, after all, the coming days will be healing ones. The broken ones are behind us.

[drharveys]

Great to hear! Wow -- even the good news comes after some tough times! Now for some quiet rest and healing time. That's for you -- so you can deal with Cameron when the drugs wear off!

 

[BrianT]

Good news, thanks for the update.

[Dances_With_Wiener_Dogs]

Good news, thanks for the update.

 

+1!