So ClosePosted: January 2, 2019
Today was my last day as chief distractor for my Dad. Tomorrow he is scheduled to have his heart operation. When I got to the hospital this morning he announced that his operation was going to be at 5:30AM. We started counting down the hours. Spending the last nine days all day everyday in the hospital waiting is about to kill both of us.
At four this afternoon a PA for his surgeon came in to talk about the procedure. He said it was going to be the first one in the morning. Then the anesthesiologist came in and said it was at 1:00 PM. My Dad was not happy, but didn’t make too much fuss. Then the surgeon came in and said it was at 1:00. My dad hit the roof. We are so close to the operation. He has waited all this time and has gotten physically in much better shape so the waiting was good. He will recover much better. It is just a few hours difference, but please lord let’s pray it actually happens then.
The good news for me is I have to come get all the things he has in his hospital room because he is moving to a new room or two new rooms after the operation. That is a huge pain in the ass for me. Doing it at 10:30 in the morning will be easier than 5:00 in the morning since I have to pack it and take it to my car to hold it until he has a final room.
I hope he recovers quickly and gets to feel better and go home and never needs to come to a hospital again. Not unless hospitals take customer service directions from Ritz Carlton hotels and we know that is just not going to happen.