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?