Okay, so it's not actually midnight, but it certainly feels like it. Dad went into surgery around 3:00 pm. Just after 5:30, Dr. Johnson called up to the room to let me know that it all went off without a hitch. By 8:00 pm, Dad was back in his room raising hell like always.
Right now, it's close to 10:00 pm and I'm sitting here waiting for the pain meds to kick in. I'm hoping he'll be able to get some sleep. That would be good for the both of us, however, I'm starting to lose hope. It's hard to see anyone in pain, but to see my dad...whoa! I don't think I was quite prepared for that. I'm used to the loopiness by now, but there was no pain involved. This is like torture. Granted, I'm happy to do it, but that doesn't mean it isn't difficult.
I'm exhausted, physically and emotionally. I'll rant on some more tomorrow, but I just wanted to give y'all an update and let you know the surgery was a success.
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