The surgery was completed yesterday and the last day and a half of my life has felt like it has been never ending. Hospitals are terrible places and I couldn't imagine trying to deal with grief in such a weird place. Everyone in there is really nice and genuinely trying really hard but the whole experience of being in the place is somehow impersonal and just odd.
But I am travelling down the wrong path.
Mrs G has come through surgery in tact and more or less healthy - but isn't coming home as soon as was hoped. As with any surgery there are potential side effects and she has one of them. Pretty severely too. It won't cause a long term issue but, unfortunately, can't be treated in the short term either. She just has to take very strong drugs and wait it out.
The op was yesterday - and only 3 hours late. The op and recovery took 1 hour longer than expected, and then security tried to boot me out of the hospital within minutes of her coming out of recovery. Not happening dude ...
The kids have had 3 visits today - one before soccer, one after soccer and one after lunch. I think Mrs G is quite happy to see them, but also quite happy for the quiet periods in between the visits.
Hayz kicked her first goal in soccer today. It was an own goal but she was pleased as punch. And it was deliberate. LGR plays tomorrow - his first Sunday game.
We took advantage of a very nice park opposite the hospital to have some scooter and bike time. LGR rode for about 30 minutes and still doesn't believe he can ride without me. I spent the whole time running next to him with one hand resting very lightly on his back. He may have started to believe at the end because he was getting faster and faster.
He wants to ride again tomorrow :-)