Waitin'

Waitin' is not the name of a Miles Davis album.

Jake went into surgery at 10:45a.m. for what was supposed to be a one hour (or less) procedure. We then went down to the waiting room. At Shands they don't let parents into the surgery room or the recovery room.

Hearing nothing. at 1:00p.m. we got nervous and went up to his room (which was empty). I then camped out in front of the doors to the surgery department, and ran into our nurse and anesthesiologist - who were wheeling in another patient. I asked how Jake was, and they said he wasn't out of post-op yet. I would have liked to have known he went in to post-op. They then called us to to come and visit him in post-op. We went down, and after a few minutes of stalling, they said that he had been transferred to his room (where we had been waiting). To top it off, when we did get to the room, his first words were "Why weren't you there when I woke up, like you promised?" Tough stuff.

They will send the biopsy to some out-of-town undisclosed location, and they are supposed to get a reading and report tomorrow. We won't be discharged tomorrow until those results are in and assessed.

I've been told several times that he's scheduled for a Mag3 test, but nobody knows when it is or what he has to do to prepare. Standard hospital crap.