Yesterday my wife suffered major surgery — hip replacement. Her right hip is now a piece of metal.
She was taken to the operating room at 11 o’clock, but the surgeons entered only around 13 o’clock. They were out by 14 o’clock (although we were told the procedure it’s supposed to last two and a half to three hours). We were really surprised at first, but Anca, a friend of ours who’s an anesthesiologist, told us this is a good sign, it means everything went by the book. Let’s hope so.
She wasn’t looking too good when they brought her out to intensive care. The drugs were making her sick and probably the loss of blood had something to do with her skin color. She was sick all night, and this morning when I arrived there she was heavily sedated, so she barely flicked an eye to salute me. While this is certainly unnerving, I think it’s within the expected side effects of anesthesia. Let’s hope she will be better soon.
The surgeons were very optimistic, they said everything went fine (and again if it didn’t, what would anyone expect them to say?). I guess we now have to wait and see.