Twenty minutes later we were checking in. Thank goodness it was pretty quiet because within minutes we saw the doctor and he immediately started prepping for an ultrasound and ultimately an emergency surgery. Sport was beside himself with anxiety, but a little morphine helped.
As soon as I called my sweetie, even though he had visitors from back east, he excused himself and ran to his car. Sport wanted to see him before he entered the operating room and I wasn't sure if he would be able to get across the valley that quickly. We were actually waiting in the hall to speak with the anesthesiologist when I got the call that he was in the parking lot.
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About an hour and half later he was resting comfortably in recovery and even though he had just been sliced open, for the most part, he was feeling much better. Thank goodness for amazing doctors and nurses and their willingness to bump him to the head of the line.
We would sure appreciate any prayers for his steady and certain recovery.