We went to the hospital at 7:30am yesterday for my second surgery. I got checked in, got my IV and talked to the nurse anesthetist. He told me I would be under general anesthesia and the urologist would use a laser to break the stone and then remove it. If everything looked ok he would also remove the stent and I would be good to go. Then the urologist came in, told me the same thing and said he would see me in 4 weeks for a check up.
So off to surgery I went, it was quick and before I knew it I was waking up in recovery. About 2 hours later I was able to go home. I was sore but not nearly as sore as I had been the past few days. The doctor had given Steve these pictures when he went to update him. Crazy that something so small can wreak such havoc.
When we got home, the kids were across the street with Grandma and they came over for a few minutes to say hi and bring me flowers they picked. They are just the cutest. They have been handling this so well and I am thankful for that.
All of this seems like a weird practical joke and I'm ready for some calm in my life. Or at least no trips to the ER in the near future.