The General came and went from the operating room with great success. It entered the devilish
jaws of the wolf and left with just a nibble that made him run errands.
Saturday fifteen, as already stated, my hubby got up to the always inopportune time for the half past five, for swimming, a little makeup, ironed hair and go.
I do not understand my wife, as surely many women do, comb, to enter the operating room. Men (or at least this man) never understand such ridiculous things like that.
For just very cute and very pressed, I took her to the funhouse, which actually is a hospital "for women", where after a quick admission, rose to a wheelchair and taken to the preoperative.
About an hour later, I went to see her and in his bed and his batita, just to wish him luck in such a risky venture.
I must confess, that calm overall, was disturbing.
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So go riding, driven by two nurses and so I stayed in the waiting room doing the same with a motley crowd of relatives.
Here were my in-laws, aunts and my consort with Crayola Pelon.
The half hour was scheduled the surgery took place in relative calm on the part of the quota.
When you met two hours in the operating room, this writer began to get impatient and worried, because I was taking longer than expected.
I approached the information booth, which turned out to be the least informed, to ask about the status of "my love".
I did know that the General was still in surgery, but wanted me to tell the anesthesiologist that everything was fine. I also sent congratulations because in his years of career in this noble profession of people sleeping, I had never seen a patient better groomed.
When you met two hours, the doctor called me to inform me the result of surgery.
My mother, as a good Mexican mother unexpectedly went with me to listen too.
The fifteen seconds it took the gynecologist to answer my question of how the surgery had left, being greeted by my mother, I made eternal.
The intervention was very successful and showed us the tremendous torque myoma damn, who had camped in the womb of my Empress.
When I saw him I almost fainted and I stopped listening to the doctor, unable to look away from the huge golf ball, they had taken to that. It was for less!, The myoma was exactly like the lady who served us in admission, so I stopped to pay attention to the gallery, but I can tell you dear reader that everything went well and now.
A couple of hours later, the General drew the dreaded recovery room which, frankly, is worse than the surgery, and there came my beloved (yet very groomed, despite the task) waving his arms as if I just scored a goal against Barcelona. So if ... very lying in his bed.
The three nights in the hospital, I was spent going back and forth to places without much importance. Went to breakfast, then return. Going to eat, then return. I went to my house to rest a couple of hours, then return to sleep in a nice chair, I must say, reacted to the rise to the occasion.
Over the three long days, I must say that my first lady behaved like a hero and all the next day and was Paradita beside his bed.
The parade of family and friends, did not stop almost every day, and calls our loved ones away. All of them concerned with health of my hubby, until today.
To all of you who were aware and that through your comments on this virgin blog, Facebook and Twitter, gave us encouragement ... thank you.
also to everyone who called from a distance ... thanks.
The General and his stoic patient hairstyle, thanks all for your good wishes.
I, too, for lack of better words ... Total Thanks!
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