The surgery is over. It ended up being a triple bypass, and everything looks good and went fine and there are cheerful handsome doctors making all kinds of happy nodding faces.
I saw him for a minute post-op and kissed his head and held his hand, and that was nice but all the tubes and breathing machines and beeping things were maybe a little too *real* for my squeamish ass. Then I changed a poopy baby diaper that went all the way up to the neck, if you know what I mean. That, oddly enough, did not squick me out in the slightest.
Then I ate a donut. That about brings y'all up to speed.
PS. My mom says to tell you that she thinks you are all wonderful, lovely people. Don't worry, I won't tell her otherwise.
PPS. Ha! I was kidding, right there.
PPPS. God, I'm tired.