Apparently we have become so popular around here that they are going to keep us for a few more days. The ultra sound this morning showed another pocket of fluid in Jared's hip. It is a little larger than an egg. The orthopedic surgeon is going to operate and drain the fluid tonight about 6 or seven.
We are trying to take this in stride, but I would be lying if I said I was not disappointed/distraught/despondant to not be at home this afternoon taking a nap in my own bed. Jared is worried about having another drain put in his hip, because it hurt pretty bad when they took the last drain out. I suppose this is another opportunity for me to work on my weakness of lack of patience. I love the quote that says, "I don't mind being schooled in the hard knocks of life, it is just these refresher courses, I could do without." Yea pretty much. But I suppose I should just look at it an "opportunity for growth." Sad thing is I was pretty much content being small, who wants growth anyway. I think growth is highly overrated. I guess sometimes we get mandatory growth, whether we want it or not. Dang.
It was about 11 when they decided that he would be having surgery tonight. That means NPO, no food or drink by mouth. I know the initials don't match. Apparently NPO is Latin for starvation. Anyway, Jared had not really ordered lunch because we were suppose to be leaving then, so I asked him want did he want for his last meal. He said chicken quesedillas from Taco Bell. The doctor said he could still eat until noon.
With the clock ticking, I hurried to Taco Bell. I was worried how would I ever find a parking spot when I got back. Especially when someone was waiting to take mine as I left. I made it there and miraculously there was not a line. I also got something for me and some strawberry freezes. Those are quite delightful if you have not tried them. Then I raced back to the hospital. And with a prayer in my heart as drove in, I actually found a place. Another miracle. Jared had called me when I was on my way back and said that the nurse was not going to let him eat. I assured him that I would make it OK when I got back. And sure enough I talked them into letting him eat. They said he had 33 minutes and to make the most of it. Just like a hoard of locust, he wolfed down both of his quesedilla and downed his fruit drink in about 10 minutes.
Now the rest of the afternoon will be spent waiting for tonight. I think Marion and the Bishop are going to come down and give Jared and I another blessing. There is some debate as to whether or not I ever got a blessing to begin with. Marion thinks I did, but I can't remember it. Probably the fact that you can't remember it, is a sign that you are due for another one.
So other than the shooting, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play? Yea that pretty much sums up the day, but we are hanging in there and it is best that they get this resolved before we leave. I think it would be worse to leave and then have to come back.