The Legion, otherwise known as Keeping the voices at bay....

12:55

I'll be updating this every so often through the day...as things happen.

12:34pm - aunt Mary calls to tell us Gram still hasn't gone into surgery. Still waiting. Someone please tell me why they're doing this to her?

1:21pm - the surgery has been pushed back, again, to this afternoon...gah, if only the waiting could be over.

1:42pm - Uncle Percy got anxious enough to decide to walk down to the hospital. Good thing it's not far.

1:59pm - gram is in her room in the 'ol lady' wing of the hospital. found out the reason for the delay was an emergency c-section that took over the O.R.

5:34pm - dad has decided to go bury himself further from his emotions and has left for a friend's house for a drink...or three.

6:06pm - still waiting. still haven't heard anything from the hospital. have I mentioned how little patience I have?

7:16pm - ok...so I have no fuckin' patience. But really is it so hard to pick up a damn phone and say "she's in surgery"? Is it? damn selfish, self-center bitch....

7:57pm - phone rings...it's Mary. surgery has been pushed back to 9 o'clock...9?! what the fuck?! she was originally supposed to have gone in this morning. Have I mentioned how much I detest hospitals?

9:34pm - so does anybody know how long this kind of thing takes? I really should get off my ass and check. But I figure if I know I'll probably worry even more. gah...I hope she's ok...

11:20pm - so...still no news. But Junior has informed me (for which I feel incredibly stupid) that amputation on the caliber we are talking about (above the knee) is quite involved. This could take many hours. Has anyone not noticed that I have NO patience?

11:47pm - ok...Percy just came back. And as of the time he left the hospital (he walked back) gram still hadn't gone in for the surgery. Ok...deep calming breaths. I can handle this. I can not freak out over this. Ok, maybe not. What the fuck?! I mean for christ's sake we're talking about an 85 year old woman with alheizmer's who was supposed to be going in to surgery early this morning. She should be recovering right now. Not...I repeat, NOT still waiting in an unfamiliar place with all these strangers around. Where the fuck are their priorities. I can understand being bumped for the c-section...that's an emergency. But having to wait an extra 12 hours? That's just no right. This city is nowhere near big enough that there are a plethora of emergency surgeries that can't be put off. Granted gram isn't in dire need of this surgery. She's not going to die tomorrow if she doesn't have it. But she is 85 years old. Not in the best of health and on top of that probably has no idea what is going on right now. It's just not right. I think I'm going to go cry now.

12:55am - no crying...much gnashing of teeth however. What is it about family that even though you love them for the simple fact that you share common ancestors the very same reasons make you want to throttle them insanely. At this very moment my uncle is doing dishes. Something I think is both very sweet and considerate, and immensely annoying all at the same time. I hate when someone else does dishes. They never get them clean enough, never put them away in the right spots so that I end up rooting around the kitchen for 30 minutes looking for the saucepan that I use everyday and always put in the same place.

FLASH UPDATE
1:07 am - Mary arrives with the news that they are not operating tonight and have pushed back the surgery until tomorrow. I'm really not liking this, people. Not only have I spent the entire day worrying over this but now I have to spend tomorrow worrying as well. Have I mentioned how much I hate doctors and medical establishments of all kinds?