Here he is, waiting for surgery.
He offered a more racy pose, but we decided that women would swoon and we can’t be having that. I was allowed to stay with him in the admitting area and pre-op, right up to the blueline area of the surgery unit.
He had a cute nurse fussing over him in admitting, which he enjoyed even though it involved needles. He’s not a sissy about them, but nobody enjoys IV placement. She inserted his IV but decided it needed to be flushed, so she injected a little saline into it and a minute later he complained that he felt nauseous, so she sat him up …
and he passed out.
I have never seen anyone’s eyes disappear, roll up into their heads like that. He’s never passed out in his entire life. I patted his arm and said his name, and his eyes were open but they just rolled to the side. I touched his forehead and it was sopping wet. No one panicked but no one had an ammonia capsule. They cranked the bed back down and he came around, and denied that he had fainted. “I just fell asleep for a minute, that’s all.”
The anesthesiologist told us that it was a vasil vagal episode, pretty common considering he hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday morning. She was very nice, everyone was very nice. Every nurse and doctor introduced themselves to us and told us what their job would be today.
They wheeled him away and he didn’t mind: he’d already had his “happy juice”. I’ll go back over to the hospital around 3:30, but he probably won’t be ready for visitors until 5 or 6pm.
I’ll take a book.