The surgery was a success. Insofaras, he did not die. I worried that he may have when he did not return from surgery as swiftly as I thought he would do. Imagine my relief when I saw him finally sitting there looking as though he’d been robbed of his brain and all I had left to take home was a zombie-like being. My zombie-like being. Oh how I missed him that one point five hours we were apart.

Seriously, I did.

He had some trouble breathing during the surgery but we did not get any more details. Like did they check his band for a DNR order and, seeing none, called a code blue! and crash carted him back to life? Or was it more of a hey, buddy, you alright or what? I bet the peeked over at him, shrugged and went about their business. Hernia doctors are not in the business of worrying about whether or not you can breath. For heaven’s sake, you have to book a Breathing Doctor for that. But we’ll never know what happened, either way. The surgeon sliced and dashed as Dan was his last patient before a three week holiday. I guess if Dan had not survived he may have taken the extra minute to come speak with me but who knows for sure. I’m glad I don’t.

He’s being laying in bed all day reading magazines brought in from the far reaches of some stupid pharmacy I could not find my way around. Also, he’s being fed. And watered. He’s like a pet, really. He lays in a sunbeam and I open doors for him when he needs to pee.

I had a hard time walking away as they rolled him into surgery. I wanted to crawl up on his bed and hug his be-gowned body. I didn’t really think I’d never see him again but you know, things happen. Besides, I’m supposed to be with him when he goes through stuff. I am not supposed to be in the cafeteria selecting an egg salad sandwich for late lunch. But thank goodness I was able to find one on whole wheat. I do not eat white bread. Gross.

Later today I’m going to tell you all about how I can’t wait until both of my kids are in the same school so I don’t have this major daily commute.

Oh wait. That’s pretty much the whole of it. Consider yourself told.