We were up at 5am, after a not so good night of rest with worry. The hotel shuttle was unavailable, and the hotel called us a cab, not only did the cab driver drop us off at a wrong building, but one that was almost totally vacant. Good way to start a day exploring a empty buidling expecting a operation room. On top of that, the cab driver hit me up for cab fare even though the hotel was suposed to have paid him. After the initial confusion, we found the hospital a block away, and wow wow wow, its the nicest hospital I have ever been in.
The admissions office quickly found their best english speaker to help us with the process, very simple as the bill was being paid by the surgeon. And we were escorted to the waiting room. Only one guest was allowed to preop so I got to accompany Leslie back and stay with her during the preperations. I said my goodbyes, and fetched Katherine at the last moment to say goodbye also.
The hours ticked by sitting in the surgical waiting room, there was a large board showing the progress of the roughly dozen operations currently in progress, I did not know which # belonged to Leslie, so in my time of stress I did what any doctor would recomend, I consumed soda after soda, and chainsmoked a pack of cigarettes. At one point we heard the screams of a poor woman who had obviously not revieved the recap of her loved ones surgery she was hoping for, and it was hard to maintain composure.
A hour or so after we had expected, Dr. Rumbault emerged from the surgical preop room with a big smile on his face and I knew that everything was well. He said the surgery had gone perfectly, and we would be able to join her in a few hours in the room once she was out of recovery. Katherine and I retired to one of the courtyards of the hospital and spent the next hour making phone calls and sending emails and IM's, I am sure sprint is going love our bill.
With everything going on, I only took one picture today, Leslie in the room in sweet morphines embrace.
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