Hospital, Waiting (A Stream of Consciousness Exercise)

I actually thought that there would be more to write about from the waiting room. Isn't there supposed to be more really good people watching in these places?

HD went in to surgery a little while ago...and has actually started, according to the new-fangled status screen that is in the waiting room. We're not sure how things will go. Check this out...

Last Tuesday he dislocated his shoulder again for the 5th (6th?) time in 6 months. This surgery was already scheduled from back in January, so we were semi-prepared. Yesterday he had a pre-op appointment with his surgeon and it's sounding like it could be worse than we had originally thought. The doctor said that 90% of what he could find he can fix...the other 10%? He would need help and we would have to reschedule. Again. With more pain! And more waiting! Yay!

But I have to be optimistic... We're hoping for a bionic shoulder so we don't have to do this again. Ever. Could someone get on that for us? Please?

Oh! One really cool thing happened while we were in the holding room of the OR. When the anesthesiologist came in to meet us and say hello he asked if he could pray for us and for the surgery. It was short and sweet, but really nice. I'd never heard of that in a hospital that did not have a religious affiliation before.

I may have to go find the ATM machine so I can get something else to eat. Maybe I should have gone back and read my archives of the last time we had to do this. Suppose I left myself a message about eating and bringing enough money? File that under "What was I thinking?" Should I go now? This is the same hospital that the boys were born in and Headless Girl fell in love with the pastrami sandwiches. Wonder if they are still as good? That was a long time ago, so no telling.

I love the fact that there is free wifi in the waiting room here. I was just planning on writing a few drafts but this is better. Or not. You be the judge. I am the only one with a computer here in the waiting room. Does that make me cool? Or weird? One woman next to me is crocheting, one is reading a book, one dude is napping. Two different men have flowers.

That damn screen. I am compelled to see if there has been a status change like every.two.seconds. It's cutting into my typing, really, and I keep losing my train of thought. Like I had one in the first place?

Anyway,  so that's the sitch. Funny that I thought I could write from here. It's not happening, is it?

Um, Califmom just started her tweets about her husband. I have nothing left to say now. My heart is breaking for her and their family.

I'm done now.