conspiracy of cars and corridors
Because I'm lazy, here's what I just posted to kaseido's (real!spouse) journal:
Thanks to everyone for their well-wishing. 'Twas very much appreciated and the boy is quite touched.
He's doing fine. Surgery was a breeze. He felt much better after than before. And he's been conscious, coherent and even cogent since about 20 minutes after the surgery. He's walking around some today, though on more drugs than when I left last night.
Notable quote: "I've never been anywhere people were so eager for me to fart." (For those not in the know, the digestive system goes to sleep for the surgery. Gas-passing is a sign that the trauma/shock/anesthesia has worn off and the body is functioning normally. Hooray? *g*)
Biggest complaints: They still won't let him have any liquids or solids. At least he can have ice chips now. He's eaten a LOT of them. And, two, there's still no internets. What the hell are they thinking, really, not acceding to his demands.
Another notable quote: "Do you have any religious or cultural needs?" John: "Wireless internet." Me: I knew I married him for a reason.
Request for the morning: I'm almost done with my CJ Cherryh. I need Kris Longknife. Me: Yet another reason we're married.
Meanwhile, he's fine, as he put it "gearing up for a big nap." We're expecting he'll come home some time today or reasonably early tomorrow.
So take him off your worry list and thanks for the thoughts and prayers. Recovery wishes definitely appreciated, but for those who tend to fret, all is well.
***
Thanks to all for your good luck, get well, etc. wishes. So very very very much appreciated. He's doing great.
Me, I'm fine. Really. I've been fine from the beginning. Oddly, for someone who worries about the abstract and unknown all the time, I'm really very calm and collected over the concrete. Thirty seconds of "omg this could be very bad. If something went wrong it'd be awful," and then I'm on whatever needs to be done and doing it.
Because really, worrying won't make the bad stuff not happen, putting negative energy out in the universe creates negative consequences. And if something bad does happen, being upset beforehand won't make me less upset after.
I'm fine, except the rising crazy at all the back and forth. If anyone knows a direct-to-computer-from-brain translation program that doesn't require keyboarding or actually, y'know, writing, I'll be their best friend. *hopeful*
Thanks to everyone for their well-wishing. 'Twas very much appreciated and the boy is quite touched.
He's doing fine. Surgery was a breeze. He felt much better after than before. And he's been conscious, coherent and even cogent since about 20 minutes after the surgery. He's walking around some today, though on more drugs than when I left last night.
Notable quote: "I've never been anywhere people were so eager for me to fart." (For those not in the know, the digestive system goes to sleep for the surgery. Gas-passing is a sign that the trauma/shock/anesthesia has worn off and the body is functioning normally. Hooray? *g*)
Biggest complaints: They still won't let him have any liquids or solids. At least he can have ice chips now. He's eaten a LOT of them. And, two, there's still no internets. What the hell are they thinking, really, not acceding to his demands.
Another notable quote: "Do you have any religious or cultural needs?" John: "Wireless internet." Me: I knew I married him for a reason.
Request for the morning: I'm almost done with my CJ Cherryh. I need Kris Longknife. Me: Yet another reason we're married.
Meanwhile, he's fine, as he put it "gearing up for a big nap." We're expecting he'll come home some time today or reasonably early tomorrow.
So take him off your worry list and thanks for the thoughts and prayers. Recovery wishes definitely appreciated, but for those who tend to fret, all is well.
***
Thanks to all for your good luck, get well, etc. wishes. So very very very much appreciated. He's doing great.
Me, I'm fine. Really. I've been fine from the beginning. Oddly, for someone who worries about the abstract and unknown all the time, I'm really very calm and collected over the concrete. Thirty seconds of "omg this could be very bad. If something went wrong it'd be awful," and then I'm on whatever needs to be done and doing it.
Because really, worrying won't make the bad stuff not happen, putting negative energy out in the universe creates negative consequences. And if something bad does happen, being upset beforehand won't make me less upset after.
I'm fine, except the rising crazy at all the back and forth. If anyone knows a direct-to-computer-from-brain translation program that doesn't require keyboarding or actually, y'know, writing, I'll be their best friend. *hopeful*