Life Comes At You Fast
turbotodd 100000388Y Visits (1824)
How does that recent TV commercial go? "Life comes at you fast?"
I was about an hour and a half away from getting on a Jet Blue flight from Austin to JFK when I found out my mom's having open heart bypass surgery tomorrow.
Needless to say, I didn't get on the plane.
I had discovered she would be having surgery sometime in the next week just last night, but they had indicated she needed to be off the Plavix for a reasonable period of time before doing the surgery.
The surgeon decided last Saturday was reasonable enough.
So here I sit in the waiting room of Presbyterian Hospital in Denton, Texas, my hometown. Waiting.
My mom is in very good spirits. They've already marked her legs up with markers -- they look a little like a treasure map from "Lost."
A few minutes ago, the nice nurse came in and requested mom's written consent for the surgery. She gave it to them, but not before I double checked with the nurse to ensure what her blood type was.
Now we do what people do best at the hospital. We wait.
If interested, you can follow updates (the procedure starts at 8 am CST tomorrow) via my Twitter alias, "turbotodd."
As to the meetings, cocktails with old friends, and Web 2.0 meetings next week in Yorktown, I'm really sorry I'll miss you guys.
I was hoping to meet some virtual friends for real as well as to catch up with some real friends I've only seen recently virtually.
We'll have to wait until another time.
Thanks to those of you who already sent well wishes and prayers. It's most kind and very much appreciated.
Finally, know that my mom's a tough one. She's already cracking jokes about the apparently very short surgeon cutting open her breastplate.
I'll take that as a good sign.
Hopefully one of many to come.