So, I go and get my running clothes on and head to the elevator. I see Dr. Storm ahead of me in the hall and I'm thinking... "hey, shouldn't you be operating or something?". I know it was him, because he wears a distintive black Wake Forest surgeon's skull cap (did I mention he was a NCAA fan?). I hung back because I figured these operations take a long time, there is a lot of prep work, and I'm sure these guys scrub in and out all the time. After all, this was about 4:30 and she went off to surgery around 3 pm.
When I got back from running, around 5:30, our crew in the Surgery Waiting Room tell me that he didn't scrub-in till 5 pm. There was a lot of prep work and he wasn't there for it. It's now 7:50 and they are still going strong. Everyone is marveling at how long it is taking. I say, take your time. Please.
I keep going back and and forth with our friend Carley about our room in the PICU. They keep saying they are trying to get us a single room on 7 South, but then the charge nurse comes into the waiting room to tell us we will be on 7 east. I say that is not acceptable, as our son died there in 1993. Sandra starts crying and gets up to leave and the charge nurse hugs her and says we will NOT be on 7 east.
Once she gets out of surgery, she will go back to our old room in the PICU, 7S08.
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