I kept telling myself that elective, scheduled surgery is not the same as waiting outside an ICU room wondering what is wrong, but the hospital corridors are still long, cold and scary.
I knew L would be prepped for surgery this morning by 8.30am, with the procedure scheduled for 10am. By 9.30am, I received a text that it was already over and he had been moved into recovery. I think that was only when I properly fell asleep.
And since it was over so early, he was fine by lunch time and asked if he would like to go home. Well would he! :)
I think both of us need to sleep it off this weekend.