It's good to be home. Such a nice cozy couch this is!
Waiting in hospitals can't possibly be anyone's favorite activity (of course the situation might have something to do with it). Emergency rooms are the worst. You enter those sliding doors, check-in, find a seat to wait your turn and when they're done with you and it's time to leave it feels like you've lost an entire day. Almost a Twilight Zone experience. And today I was reminded of the question--why do I bother bringing magazines or books to read? My reading comprehension is suddenly reduced to zero.
Thankfully, Salem Hospital's remodel has added some comfort and many helpful volunteers to help out with the wait. After Fran was out of surgery and we met with the surgeon in one of the rooms off the waiting area, N and I went for an hour walk downtown and back. Much better than waiting in a chair with soap operas playing on 3 separate televisions!
We all survived our day. Some better than others. Fran still doesn't know what the future holds, but right now she's just hoping this bout of surgery related pain runs it's course quickly