Flar is currently in surgery, to install (What is the surgical term for install? I mean, that can't be right, can it?) a Tenckhoff catheter, the port that he will use for peritoneal dialysis.
We arrived at the hospital at 10am for him to be admitted, then I waited in the Pre-Op waiting area while he undressed, put on a nifty paper robe that's part of a fancy warming system (Bair Paws or some such, that didn't have a working unit in his stall, sigh), and surgical booties. They gave him a heated blanket to make up for the missing heating unit. They taped his wedding band (which hasn't been off his finger since *he* squished it past the last knuckle on our wedding day), and let him wait until right before surgery to put on the food service style paper hat. He met his nurses and his anesthesiologist, and he signed bunches of forms. They started an IV before he signed stuff, so he got to sign with his left hand.
Then they buzzed my coaster-pager, and led me back to his pre-op stall. I got custody of his meds, clothes, jewelry and iPod. While we waited together, they put on his circulation pump leg-cuffs, took his BP, which was high earlier, but had come back down, and gave him a mild tranquilizer. (He tried to get them to offer it to me. ;) He told me the anesthesia promised him a "Three Bears" amount of drugs - not too much, not too little, just right to knock him out. By noon, he was starting to feel hungry. He wasn't supposed to eat or drink after midnight, but he didn't have anything to snack on after dinner at 8pm last night. Silly Rabbit.
They wheeled him into surgery, and pointed the way for me to head to the surgical waiting room. I checked in at the desk, and then they came to let me know when surgery started. The surgeon will come talk to me when he's done, and then they'll come get me after Flar is out of recovery.
Meanwhile, I've reading material, my laptop, the internet, and puzzle books. Enough to occupy me after surgery, as the surgeon suggested we would be here up to 6 hours after recovery.