Thursday, somewhat dreaded, somewhat anticipated came all to early for sure. Deb had to be in the surgical ward at 06:45 so, much like the night before an early flight, I didn't sleep well and Deb was a bit restless as well. Great pair of old crocks lumbering into the hospital greeting custodial night staff and less than awake interns. Thankfully, our team was bright eyed and bushy tailed awaiting us.Deb was whisked away after changing into her "blues" far beyond the lead doors, I was relegated to the waiting room. Not a bad gig actually, I got to watch CTV as I normally do at this time of the day, read my book, worked from my "crack berry" issuing edicts and e-mails for the duration.
Closer to 11 am one of the team called me in as Deb was awake.
Groggy and wired up to the machines she seems to weather the invasion well. Deb told me that she was awake, or at least aware of what was going on, so the sedation wasn't too powerful. She was not the least nauseous and was treated to soup before they unhooked her.
Once everything was checked out, BP was taken numerous times and the all clear sign given,
we just went home, both pretty tired.
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