12 Days and 1 Long Night

Today marks 12 days left until we move to Ohio.  This is bitter sweet as I'm ready to move on, but sad to leave friends and family behind.  Luckily, I have the computer to keep in touch!

Garrett and I officially started packing the other day.  It hadn't really hit me that we're moving until I was writing "Kitchen" on a box and wrapping things with newspapers.  What a realization.  Man, my life is about to change.  I'm excited to see how...

As I have written before, it's getting harder to go to class.  Garrett and I both woke up this morning tired and feeling like we wanted to stay in bed.  We both have so many things on our minds, things that have nothing to do with our classes.  I have yet to start prepping for my classes that begin in the fall, my house is still full of things yet to be packed, we have to make some sort of lease out for our renters (the wonderful couple that they are), and figure out our other landlord type duties.

With all of this moving stuff swirling around in my brain, I had one big thing on my mind today: my dad.  My dad went in for surgery today on his colon.  He's been having innards problems for a while now and no one has been able to figure out what was wrong, until now I guess.  I have no idea what the specific, graphic details are (aren't you lucky), but I understand that the doctors had to go in, clean out, and repair a hole in his colon.  He was scheduled to go into surgery at 2pm this afternoon, but didn't actually get into surgery until after 4pm. (I can only imagine how annoyed my dad was at this point.  If you know my dad at all, you can probably picture his red face full of choice words for the next poor soul that happens to step in his path.)

The surgery was expected to last around 2 hours, so I was getting a little worried when 7:30pm rolled around and I hadn't heard from my mom.  She finally called at 7:45 letting me know that the doctor stepped out for a moment to say that the procedure would last for at least another hour and that "it" was worse than they had thought.  Even though, my dad's innards were worse off than the doctor thought, he was still confident that he would be able to repair my dad's colon.  My dad's blood pressure is good, so his body seems to be handling the surgery ok.

My mom's worried voice breaks my heart and makes me wish that I could do something, but alas, there is nothing for me to do.  My sister made her way to the hospital to deliver my mom some much needed dinner.  And me, well I have to keep waiting until I get the call that "all's clear" and my dad is out.  It's been over an hour now since I've talked to my mom, so I hope to hear something shortly.  I pray that our wait will be over soon and my dad will be in recovery resting peacefully.