We headed back to the hospital and waited and waited. It's funny how stoic the nurses and doctors can be. Every time someone came out my heart stopped because they looked so stiff as if they were carrying bad news. Then, in complete monotone "He's doing great. Everything is going smooth." Thanks for the enthusiasm. We agreed it didn't matter how, but what they said, so I got over the monotone and was just thankful the procedure was going alright. The combination of a torn ACL, two torn meniscus's (menisci?) and a shattered bone called for 3.5 hours of surgery and 1.5 hours of discharge before he woke up. Instead of hanging around to wait the whole time, we ate lunch without him.
Doesn't this look super appetizing? Yeah, my mood was bland, and so was my lunch. I ate a bunch more cheez-its than I let on. All three of us had major munchies. Margie went through cheez-its, a kit kat, orange juice, and chocolate chips before we left again. Paul snacked on the same, plus a banana. Nervous eating much? Finally, surgery was complete and Alex was ready to go which meant I had to drive back home to Virginia.
I set off with almonds and another pumpkin coffee. It's getting absurd how much I love it. I was starving half way home so I downed a mini Luna bar and nature valley peanut bars. I think I was a little stressed out, no? Expecting a dinner on the meal was so naive of me. I helped Susie with the salad and we had an interesting mix of spaghetti with sausage and corn. Strange but alright. I munched on almonds and chocolate chips later.
Finally, caught up with my blog. Back to the grind tomorrow. Ciao
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