5am wakeup, slogging around, getting dressed, making sure Mom’s got the car keys. Then out to the parking area to await pickup at 5:40. On. The. Dot.
Thirty minutes later Firstborn comes back to the apartment… no doctor. She paws through her info packet, finds his cell number, calls.
Wakes him up.
His alarm failed. One consolation – nothing’s going to happen without the surgeon, though the hospital did call to find out where the hell everyone was.
Later, one of the office nurses stopped by, said that had never happened before and we had a good laugh. I also got the tutorial on what to expect. That sent me on a search mission for a grocery store for saltines, ginger ale and bottled water. Bottom line, Firstborn is going to look and feel like shit for tonight. I’m to make sure she hydrates with whatever I can get her to drink. And not freak at the state of her face.
The nose job and sinus tinkering apparently will be the worst insult to her system, causing problems breathing (and forget about swallowing). I bought bendy straws just in case. The mini-fridge has a wee freezer but an Antarctic ice sheet set up residence (I’m guessing it hasn’t been defrosted since 2002).
I found an Acme and a small shopping center, thanks Google maps. I added coke to the purchases as I recalled, after my many surgeries, that it actually settled my stomach. Mom’s also got an Italian hoagie and cheese curls for dinner (don’t judge).
I’m considering asking our house/barn sitter if she can do one more day as I’m thinking I really should stay through Wed. to make sure she’s okay. I’ll know more tomorrow.
Meantime I’m catching up on my reading and reviewing. I tried writing but I can’t really get in the zone, not with worrying ‘n such.
I’m expecting her back 5:30-ish if all goes well.