He's alive
This entry was posted on 11/15/2006 5:09 PM and is filed under D's the man.
Derek is on his way from recovery now. Dr. John came by to say that despite there being no symptoms for his gallbladder and the ultrasound only by chance showing one gallstone (which led to this surgery), he actually had 13. Here's to hoping my ultrasound technician was right and I am only pregnant with one baby and not 13. The other more fun part of the surgery involving the esophogus went well. I would post pictures but it is disgusting.
Props to Grandpa for waving down the Chief of Plastics in the hall yesterday at the hospital and having him agree to shave the basel cell off of Derek's forehead while he was under this morning. At this rate, he probably should have seen if someone could do a little lipo while they were in there. Lord knows everything else was going on inside my husband's body this morning.
My husband left me a stack of papers which included a holographic will. In the will he left his books, guns and the copyrights to his "end of the world" emergency preparedness to his children. He left everything else to me. In case you were wondering, that would be credit card debt and the mortgage to the house. Yippee.
The view from the room is a little shoddy. Dr. John promised a corner room with a view of the Hood, but apparently being the Chief of Surgery DOES NOT mean you can drum up anything more than the usual room with plastic pillows. There was some discussion about a "penthouse" but perhaps Britney had prebooked for K-Fed. I shant complain as he managed to do multiple procedures without killing my husband.
Special thanks to everyone for your kind thoughts, prayers and calls. Rumor has it that The Boy is doing fine with Nana. Apparently she is plying him with high heeled shoes and ice cream. I say whatever it takes....
I should probably get off the bed before my husband shows up and needs it. God bless wireless connections in hospitals.
