It's probably not helping that I haven't been sleeping well, nothing other than cat naps in Kevin's hospital bed while he was out doing tests during the last two days. The nurses let me stay this last night in Kevin's hospital room but in retrospect I probably should have gone back to my dorm and slept, but I wanted to be near Kevin. In the end, they gave him a super strong sleeping pill that knocked him the fuck out, and I ended up awake the entire night. The really didn't design this hospital for overnight guests (hard chairs, tiny hospital beds) and I spent twelve hours trying not to disturb Kevin while at the same time trying not go crazy. At one point I tried to leave to go back to my dorm but they'd locked down the entire hospital. In my sleep deprived state, I seriously considered opening up the windows and shimmying down the rain pipes. Then I realized what a terrible, terribly stupid idea that was and instead, played FFIII on my iPad and finished Kristin Casshore's Fire. Ironically I received a call from a Square Enix recruiter at around 2:30am. I thought it was Kevin's dad so I picked up, then realized I was talking on the phone in a hospital corridor at 2:30 am and had to hang up in a hurry. I wrote the recruiter lady, who sounded kind of miffed, a nice email and then opened back up my Square Enix game :)
When Kevin woke up, I'm sorry to say I was one cranky beast, rawr. Poor guy, but we got in a good snuggle before the nurses came and took him. I panicked a bit, the two "ward-sisters" as they call them barely spoke English and didn't tell us we wouldn't be coming back to this particular hospital room, so I was stressed at trying to throw all our stuff into manageable bundles to be stored by the nurses or carted back to my dorm, especially Kevin's electronics.
Then I had my second freak out when they told me to kiss Kevin good-bye as we were waiting in the hallway. I tried to ask them where they were taking him, what was happening, where I should wait, but that was beyond their English and they kindly shooed me away and I probably wandered the hallways looking like my dog got shot. All the nurses had mysteriously disappeared (probably doing morning rounds) and when I found one, I pounced on her but she spoke absolutely no English and just kept pointing in a vague direction and unleashing a flood of German. I am so, so, so determined to learn German when we get back. I can pick out some written German now and can speak some basic phrases, but I can't understand anything, especially at native speed. I know it must be annoying for the nurses to have this annoying foreigner hovering, but I can't help it, it's my Kevinz. I went back to the dorm and grabbed my phrase book (and got a little pissed) and came back determined to get some answers, come hell or high water. Ironically, at this point the doctor's secretary had come in at this point (she speaks decent English) and I had my answers. Hah. You should have seen me huffing and puffing back up the hospital path, ready to do whatever it took to find out where Kevin was and when I'd see him again.
So now I'm waiting. I went back to my dorm and conked out for three hours. I feel a little more human and less like a harpy. I checked with the secretary at 1:00pm, Kevin is still in surgery though the main procedure is over, they are closing up his chest and doing other stuff, so she told me to come back at 3:00pm. I am now a ball of anxiety and I feel remorse for being such a grumpy gus this morning. I need to see my husband and see that he's ok, and tell him how much I love him and how grateful I am that he puts up with my bitchy, bitchy ways.
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