I hate hospital waiting rooms. Dad went into surgery a little after 1 o’clock and was into the recovery area at two. Hopefully we’ll get to see him shortly. I hope it is soon because I have to drive back to Eugene for a class.
I wonder if my dad gets to keep his gall bladder. We could could name it, it could be a new sibling, I think we could call it Bluto or Ginger. Maybe just Junior. We’ll see.