…that’s all we have to go on right now. Dad is under the knife… he’s tubed up, poked, wired, and knocked the heck out. They have this patient info boards throughout the waiting areas so we can get updates about the surgery. Of course, the updates aren’t enough. They’re very vague… if I had control of that info board it would read something more like “Shout out to the Stakes Family! The old man is doing great… he’s sleeping peacefully and all signs are good.” I guess it’s probably good I don’t run one of those boards that are so serious in nature… those boards people cling to for hours on end for any sign of good things.
In pre-op Dad was having a good time… okay, well at least he was making the best of it. Even before the good drugs. They have those hose warm air blower thingy. It was up under his blanket and I suspect he was getting one heck of a blow job under there… sorry. That’s just how our minds are working this morning. We have to find ways to make light of it all… They kicked us out of the pre-op room briefly while they started a pain management epidural and his arterial line (monitors heart and blood pressure). By the time we made it back in for the final prayers and “see ya’ later” stuff, my Dad was walking on the clouds of another universe. I find it funny… I have NEVER seen my father under the influence of anything other than Coke.
For now, we are sitting. Waiting. We all have our electronic devices to entertain us.
I set Mom2 up with her own blog. She is very spiritual and loves to help other people find comfort. Anyway, if you’d like to visit: