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Feb. 26th, 2026 09:14 pmThe operation was supposed to be 4 to 6 hours. It actually was 7. The surgeon called and said it went well, but he wasn't much of a talker so I got no details. I am concerned. We finally got to see him at 6, but he was not conscious. I am concerned. They had him zipped up in what looked like a heavy cotton sleeping bag and were blowing warm air in it. His color was good, but I did not want to stay long as I don't like seeing unconscious people like that. I watched 4 people die last year. I dont need to see it. They said that they would try and wake him up slowly since there is a lot of pain from the incisions. I will call the desk tomorrow at 8 am and see how he is then see him at 11.
My sister and partner are up to the same old shenanigans. It took us 2 hours to get home from the hospital last night because they refused to drive on the expressway or the Jamaica Way (another direct route to the hospital part of Boston. We went through every back residential street in Roxbury and Dorchester. It was ridiculous. Tonight I told them that if they did not go the Jamaica Way I would get out and Walt to the nearest train station.
Tonight the partner tells me she can't drive my sister back and forth to the hospital as she has to work and it will take 4 hours. Umm..Yeah. It's why I offered my house to you guys. Just what am I supposed to do with that info?
Then when the partner steps away my sister tells me that she may have to sleep over every night. Ummm... I asked you to tell me that a week ago so I could company clean the house. So now you are staying and paying for a hotel room. WTF.
Now I have to try to stay home and clean things and wash sheets and towels and stuff and get to the hospital. WTF


