The only surgery Marc had had prior to this was a corneal transplant shortly after his mission. That sounds way worse to me, but he dreaded this one more. To each his own!
I ate a bagel in the hospital cafeteria for breakfast, then did some scripture study and finished the book I was reading.
The surgery took longer than expected, which made me a bit nervous, but all is well.
Incidentally, he expressed concern about being nauseated after surgery, which is a possible side effect of general anesthesia. He is prone to carsickness, which is an indicator of anesthesia-induced nausea, so they gave him a cocktail of anti-nausea drugs in his IV, and a motion sickness patch behind his ear! That's what I call service. It was totally effective, too.
I sat at Marc's bedside, feeding him tiny pieces of crackers and sips of Coke so that he would have something in his stomach and could take his pain pills. I didn't even take a single embarrassing photo! I thought I showed great restraint.
The best part for me was when Marc confessed he had pushed himself to finish all the episodes of Friday Night Lights before his surgery, you know, in case anything happened.
Me: Hang on. In case you didn't pull through, you had to make sure you finished watching Friday Night Lights??
Marc: There's no tv in heaven.
Yep. He's such a weirdo. But he makes me laugh.
This morning when Max woke up, he was dizzy and nauseous, and unable to join Lucas and Eva on their celebratory visit to Grandma & Grandpa's. (They invited the kids over to swim and play games since Marc is still recuperating in bed and I am too tired and worn out to care about cookouts or fireworks. It's a barrel of laughs around here.)
Eva said that Max was joining the sick party. Man, that's the worst party ever.