George and I arrived at the local hospital around 8:15 this morning. He was a bit grumpier than usual as he was now “officially starving to death”. (it had been 10 hours since he was allowed to eat anything prior to surgery).
We got checked in with a minimum of fuss and he was sent directly to room 302. It seems that he is to spend the night for his “outpatient’ surgery after all.
His surgery was scheduled for 10:30 am and his surgeon, Dr. g., was known for being prompt.
10:30 came and went though with George becoming grumpier and grumpier….
all tests were done….ekg’s, blood work, labs, etc etc etc yet still no surgical team to remove both him and his bed to the lower floors.
Angie and Garry (our best buds) were there spending time with us and trying to take care of whatever I could no longer remember…….and Angie went to find a nurse at 12:45 to see what the holdup was. Turns out the doc had an emergency at another hospital……….George was finally taken down to surgery about 1 pm.
At 2:35 he was brought back up to the room…new implant stuck in and the wound glued shut. Yea, GLUED! Good Grief!
He won’t be allowed to raise his arm for at least a month and will be coming home with a waist/arm band to make sure his arm stays down.
He’s sleeping peacefully now waiting for some lunch and I took the opportunity to blog.
Thanks to all who have prayer or even just sent good wished. You are all very much appreciated.