from the other side.

I am beginning this post sitting in the waiting room, a spot that I rarely find myself in, a spot that I never imagined to be in for the sweet person that I am sitting waiting to hear report on. Sitting waiting. Staring, glaring at the computer screen, eagerly awaiting the little check box by his masked number to move from “in the OR” to “PACU”. Good Lord, it can not come soon enough. There is not enough xanax on the planet for me at this moment. He’s not critical, he’s not even inpatient, its a simple outpatient surgery. WHY ON EARTH AM I PANICKING?

This is the weirdest felling. For years he has been by my side throughout endless doctors visits, er dates over anorexic episodes, manic depressions + the multitude of injuries that somehow manage to mark their way onto my body + medical records. {seriously, if someone was crazy enough to request my entirety of MR’s it would be over 3 feet tall} And now, I am the one in the opposing role, the one holding his hand telling him it will all be ok. I am the one who is {supposed} to have the sanity + calmness. I am the one making giggling comments about the sexy purple patient gown that totally brings out all his handsome features. Apparently, even on narcotics its not funny. But I am sure cackling.

I sneaked this photo of him when he was just waking up, bah! it’s blurry, but it’s all I got… {however, I am sure that he will soon sneak on here + delete it} It was so sad, he was so loopy. But in his normal fashion his brain first went to food: seriously, the first words he said out of anesthesia was “I want a cheesy gordita crunch”; needless to say, I cackled. I offered to have them place a NG tube, however, apparently, I am no longer funny. A few minutes later he began to become more “with it” and his usual humor showed its silly face – “is this real life”? If you haven’t seen the David after the Dentist video. Watch it. Our time Post Op seemed soooo long. But hey! I got some free ice cream out of it! And we personally knew our RN! Which made it great. She’s a super sweetie.

We are back home, stocked up on lots of powerade, narcotics + gelato! Yum. And of course we are all eagerly awaiting for his biking clearance to return…

Thanks for all of your prayers (: