Lion has been in surgery for a little over an hour now. It’s amazing how long it takes to get him ready for the OR and prep him for surgery before they actually start the surgery. Once it’s done, the surgeon will come talk to me and then I wait until he’s awake before I can see him. Then we wait for him to be taken to his room.
Meanwhile, I just want to sleep. I got some breakfast and coffee once they whisked Lion away. I’m in the waiting room and I have at least another hour to wait. I just have a feeling that as soon as I get to sleep they’ll need me. And I’m pretty sure I’ll snore if I snooze, but that’s more of an embarrassment than a problem.
Lion was on his best behavior with the nurses and doctors who came by in a parade. We joked that they’d need to take numbers. Now serving number seven. Number seven.
I have a pager that looks like the ones you get at Applebee’s when you’re waiting for a table. In addition to being able to contact me by phone, the pager works anywhere in the hospital. It’s pretty cool.
We’re hoping Lion gets a private room. Short of that, I hope he’s drugged enough that he doesn’t notice he’s not in a private room. Not having his own room will definitely increase the chance of his escape by Uber. My fingers are crossed. He needs to stay in the hospital at least two days.
[Mrs. Lion – Lion made it safely out of surgery. I’m waiting to see him in recovery now.]