I cast on a new project fairly late last night, in order to have a good carry-around project to work on today. This morning I threw a second 229-yard ball of Kidsilk (aka Cracksilk) Haze in my bag; you never know. Debated throwing in a third, and decided that would be just too pessimistic. But it was a good thing I had that second one, definitely.
John told the nurses wryly that I was going to blog his hand. It is indeed a most impressive shade of orangey-yellow, although it was his shoulder they were working on. That was the most coherent thing he’s said so far.
They assured us that anesthesiology has come a long way since the kid was 11. Still, it was another day of watching other people come in after us, get operated on, recover, leave, while we waited for ours to wake up at all. Anne’s comment was right on, and I am strongly resolved to have all the pertinent information on hand now for any next time for any of us.