So we had to be at the hospital at 7am this morning. After Tiesha got settled in, I was promptly told that I can now go home and that I will get a phone call when Tiesha is out of recovery or if I don’t hear anything before then, to call at 11.30am to see how she is going.
Since when is being 16 old enough that your mummy doesn’t have to sit and wait for you to come out of surgery. I didn’t want to go home and wait! I wanted to sit right there and watch for her to be wheeled back past the glass tile wall and back in my care.
But here I am, sitting not so patiently, waiting for a phone call. It’s already……..10.57am and I’m tempted to call now to see how she is.
Have I mentioned that I hate waiting?
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