I haven't fully recovered from sock camp yet. I worked Stephanie's signing last night, but didn't stay to the bitter end. This morning we arrived at the hospital at 9:30, waited through all of the questions, pre-op stuff for 2 1/4 hours, then I waited in the surgery waiting area for at least 1 1/2 hours (supposed to be a 45 minute procedure) until the doctor came out to tell me how it went. Well the stone hadn't budged since last week, so they new where to go. They got the blasting machine hooked to him and the stone was totally obscured, so they had to thread a wire using fluoroscopy to get to the correct spot on the screen. Then they blasted the maximum number of times they could. Apparently they can do hundreds of thousands of these blasts on a patient during this one procedure. Robert came through the recovery and anesthesia well, and will go back next week for a post-op check up. The first wait was more of a killer than I expected. The second wait to go back and see him wasn't quite as bad, though my stomach was still in knots until I got back there and saw him totally awake and not groggy at all. One of the last nurses who cared for Robert is a friend of mine from church too. That made me feel really good about the care he was getting.
Cute knitting pictures of sock monkeys from camp can be found here. :)