Hello Again

I'm not at the hospital and I didn't have my surgery yesterday. A few minutes before they wheeled me into the O.R., another patient had a brain aneurysm and my surgeon had to rush to fix her. My surgery was bumped for six hours, but my surgeon realized he would not be at his best after hours of delicate brain surgery and decided to move my surgery to this Monday morning at 10:30. So, I get to spend one more weekend at home, in pain. I don't mind, really. I want my surgeon to be at his best. No one wants a brain surgeon with tired hands. I just feel bad for the other patient and hope she is doing better.