I had the surgery, it went well I guess.
The hospital wouldn't let John stay, so I had him drop me off at the front door.
I've had a few prior surgeries and it's always the same interesting event. I lay there prepped for surgery and someone talks to me. I'm in mid-sentence responding and suddenly I open my eyes in a different room with different people and a different conversation, it's a real Twilight Zone feeling.
I was actually feeling fine afterwards and asked the doctor if I could go home. He said if I really feel up to it, but he'd rather I spend the night for observation.
A nurse came in with my lunch, some beef broth and some other type of unrecognizable thing on a plate.
I drank the broth and less than 2 minutes later, the broth was looking for an escape route and didn't stop looking until it found one. Okay Doc, I'll stay the night.
I called John to let him know and he was beside himself with stress.
Poor Sammie, our little weirdo dog was going through massive Separation Anxiety. I am her Comfort Support Animal and she doesn't know what to do when I'm not in her sight.
John put her on speaker phone and all I heard was whining, crying and howling. John said she hasn't stopped since she realized that Daddy came home without her Mama.
John called me later that night and it was the same thing. Sammie was totally engulfed in pain and fear because I wasn't there. John was afraid she was going to have a stroke.
I thought for sure I was going to get a good night's sleep, I couldn't have been more wrong. All night long, every 15 - 30 minutes someone was there poking me, draining me and generally annoying me. It was impossible to get any sort of rest at all...just like poor little Sammie.
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