Waiting

I forgot to tell you the other four, which is the time we had to wake up this morning to get here.  They just took Dad back into surgery, but the nurse said that it’s going to be another forty-five minutes before they start.  Then she’ll call us when they cut him open, call us again, three hours later, when they take him off the heart-lung machine and then about an hour after that, we’ll hear from the doctor, and then we make our way up to the ICU waiting room, and wait some more for them to get him settled in there.

They warned us that he won’t really respond to us the first couple of times we see him in the ICU.

So, that’s what I know.

I don’t know how much access I’ll have to this computer, but I’ll update as I can.  Right now we’re waiting for my Aunt B. to get here and I’m hoping to send the Butcher for some pop.

Mom is crying, but I’m not, yet, because the Butcher is making fun of Mom for crying and I certainly don’t want him to make fun of me.

Ha, I guess it’s not as funny in writing as it seems to me right now.

Anyway, I’m hoping we can soon go in search of breakfast.

Does anyone know if Bruce Nemerov won a Grammy?

4 thoughts on “Waiting

  1. Yes, he did win a Grammy.

    No use to cry right now, but that never stopped me in a similar circumstance. Tell Butcher to go to a trade school or something…

  2. Yes, he did. And Herbie Hancock won album of the year.

    Rather than telling off the Butcher, all of you can play surgery betting games: bet on how long it will actually be before they call you, bet on how many times your dad will speak to you in the ICU before he remembers that he already did, stuff like that.

  3. Hey, hey. Tell Daddy-o when he gets completely awake that he used the eff word to the doctor and he tried to fondle a nurse, but y’all have so far been able to set things right and he shouldn’t mention it to anybody else.

    I freaked my mom right OUT when she came out of her hip surgery by telling her that. (Well, not the nurse-fondling part; I didn’t want her to have a stroke thinking the anesthesia had not only removed her inhibitions but changed her orientation.)

    HA!

    Still sending up comforting, healing, peaceful, successful thoughts for all y’all. And tell the Butcher that she-bears will come out of the woods and eat boys who make fun of their mommas in addition to boys who make fun of old bald heads.

  4. Barack Obama won a Grammy for the audio book of his book, The Audacity Of Hope: Thoughts On Reclaiming The American Dream.

    Cool.

    Sending good thoughts out to you and your family.

    Hey, hey. Tell Daddy-o when he gets completely awake that he used the eff word to the doctor and he tried to fondle a nurse, but y’all have so far been able to set things right and he shouldn’t mention it to anybody else.

    That is an awesome suggestion.
    Snort !

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