A Day at the Hospital

Today dad had his back surgery. Our morning started at 5:30 and I got home at 6 p.m. It was a long day of sitting, waiting, worrying, rejoicing, sitting, working, sitting, eating and sitting. Everything went well, he was looking and feeling good when I left him this afternoon and we are hopeful that the pain he was experiencing from his back is going to be gone.

Hoping mom will sleep well tonight. This has been weighing heavily on her and I could hear the relief in her voice today every time I called with good news.

Can I just say that hospitals are a world of their own. Everything and everyone marches to a different beat and I am so out of my element when I am in one. The good news is that I didn't pass out today and that I didn't even feel close to passing out at any point. I think this shows growth and maturity! snort snort. Truth is, when the nurse asked if I wanted to see where dad's incision was, I started giggling hysterically and squealing no, no, no. But, just so you know, I did actually sneak a peek later on when he was sitting on the side of the bed and I had to call in his order for supper. Oh! Did you know that patients have to call in their order to eat. Dad is such a scaredy cat - I had to call in his order for orange jello and ginger ale. The man will probably not eat breakfast because no one will be there in the morning to order it for him!!

Today was a good day. Dad's surgery is over, he's doing well. I didn't get too lost getting home from the hospital. My mom thought she might be able to finally get a good nights sleep. My handsome husband bought me pizza for supper and let me beat him at a card game and gave me a big old kiss and a hug. Yep, today was a good day.