Today was the second time Crenguţa had to suffer hip replacement surgery. I pray to God this is also the last time (she’s out of hips anyway — ha, ha, not a very funny joke, I know).
Unlike the first time, today she was scheduled first, so they took her to the operating room ten or fifteen minutes before my arrival to the hospital, at 8:30 in the morning. This made me feel really bad, like leaving her when she needed me most. I know she was scared and I really wanted to try and comfort her a little and give her some strength… she said she is not upset because of that, but I know her all too well and she would never admit being mad at me under the circumstances. I hope she really meant it.
The surgeons weren’t more talkative than the last time when they got out around 10:30. They said everything went OK and she’s going to be fine.
She certainly wasn’t so pale, and although she was very dizzy and sick, she wasn’t throwing up all the time as the previous time. The day didn’t bring much improvement in her state, but at least she didn’t feel worse. This night is still critical though, the previous time she felt very sick all night and thought it will never end. Let’s hope things are going to be different this time, as they already were all day today.
I’ve just noticed that I have missed an S.M.S. from her in which she said she is fine and not to worry. I must have been driving when I received it. I just hope the things are really as she says.
I’m not saying she’s a liar. But I know for a fact that she prefers to hide the truth not to worry me. She should also know by now that it doesn’t have the expected effect…
I have to call it a day and head for bed now, all the stress and all the marching on the hospital halls have taken their toll on me and I’m barely holding my head up.
Please God, if you’re not the total jerk I think you are, let her rest tonight and make her well again tomorrow. Pretty please, for her sake.