David and I brought Steve to the hospital around 11:30 this morning for his leg construction project. He was actually in surgery about 5 hours--the damage was a little more extensive than we first thought, so a little more hardware was needed. Dr. Lundy came right out to me in the surgical waiting room with the post-op xrays. Looks like a small erector set in there, but everything's back together. Our friend Greg has stopped by the hospital a little while before and was giving me some great moral support and hugs, and we both were allowed in briefly to the recovery room. My Bear was awake but really groggy. His first words to me were "What's your job?" And I replied "Ice chips!" We had agreed beforehand that I would feed him his ice chips as soon as the operation was over, because his mouth was dry from not having anything to drink since the previous midnight. So I knew he was coming to. Later, in his room, he said it was like a distant kind of dream, with Greg and I appearing out of nowhere.
Steve is comfortable, his leg is in a humongous bandage, and he has a morphine pump for his refreshment. We watched a little TV and he sipped ice water (no ice chips necessary). Then he got sleepy, and the nurse came in to reposition his leg, so I said goodnight. I'll be back in the morning--I have a doctor's appointment of my own at 7:20 AM and will head over the the hospital after that, probably just in time for his Jello breakfast.
Thanks again for all the support. Dave H. called midway through and gave me just what I needed. And Greg brought a big box of chocolates, which we'll demolish tomorrow after the Jello.