My wife had surgery today. Her part was awful, but my part was mostly an emotional rollercoaster. I’ve been nervous as hell the past two days, and a basket case before the surgery. I put up a good front though, because I didn’t want her more scared than she already was.
Waiting during surgery was bad. You wait, and you wait. You’d jump everytime you heard the waiting room phone ring. Finally, the first surgeon comes out and tells you how his part of the surgery went, then a couple of hours later, the second surgeon does the same thing (she had two procedures).
More waiting, then they found my wife a room and my mother-in-law and I both went up to see her.
Nothing is worse than seeing someone you love in terrible pain. The pain will get better, but it will take a long time.