One hour processing

So 5 days after Ronnie's surgery, we just learned that it was not fully successful and that another surgery is required. It will be performed tomorrow, though we don't know when. The surgeon will come by and tell us at some point (afternoon, it turns out).

This kind of news is pretty much impossible to process in any knowable time frame. It may all be over before I've processed it. I'm not sure what a psychologist would do with that, but I'm sure they'd say I should come in and talk with them about it.

In the larger scheme of things (and I should say that this requires a particularly large scheme) this will be fine. I just want her to be okay and to be able to come home. That will now not be for another week. So I'll get to do a load of laundry on top of everything else. Another sampling of life in Washington Heights.

Everyone, including the doctors and nurses, are being very sweet about this. It's just a total drag, no ifs ands and buts (or schemes) about it. More pain and recovery for Ronnie and more time sitting in this room for me. But as long as it's okay in the end, that's something I can process.