My Dad’s Out of Surgery

I’m not sure how today turned into liveblogging my dad’s surgery, but it has.

Anyway, I just talked to my mom and they closed him up early because they found more substantial blockage than they expected to find and so he’ll have to have bypass surgery.

He didn’t have a heart attack or anything and the artery with the worst blockage has the blockage in a place where the blood was able to flow in from the other direction and so his heart is completely healthy and undamaged.

And the doctors are very optimistic about doing bypass surgery on a person with a healthy heart.

So, it’s like the best possible bad news, really.

And I am very, very relieved.  We can make a plan, we can execute it, and that will be that.  I will know far enough out that I can get up there for the bypass surgery.

Okay, so let’s get back to talking about indelicate body parts and farts and whether or not I am a giant crybaby.

Two crows for joy, indeed.

Mom v. Dad

My Mom:

It’s very standard.  They’re just going to go in there and take a look around and it might even be that they don’t do anything yet but keep an eye on it.

My Dad:

Well, they’ll go in there and do what they have to do and if they can’t fix it, your mother and I will have to make some choices about what options we have left.

I haven’t heard anything yet, so I assume he’s still in surgery.  Mom said she’d call when she knows something.

The Bright Afghan Survives the Dryer!

I just pulled the bright afghan out of the dryer and I cannot fucking believe I made that!  The colors did fade just a hair, but you can actually tell the green from the blue, now, whereas before they were just dark blobs, and the orange is much softer and prettier.

Also, I haven’t ever crochetted with cotton before.  It’s always just been me and the acrylic you can buy at Wal-mart (full disclosure, that will be the stuff of the blue Tiny Cat Pants afghan).  So, I am surprised and thrilled with how the yarn behaved in the wash.

Things that had seemed kind of gappy and weird have kind of moved around and settled into place.  My squares look square.  My straight lines are straight.  My mistakes not immediately obvious.

And, because it’s cotton, it’s so soft.

America, I would buy that thing in a store.

Damn.

Wow.

I am pleased.

Pictures later.