We were both scared shitless last night, so I spent the night at the hospital. Meaning I didn't sleep much, both because I was scared that Slogger was going to die, and because I was sleeping on a couch designed for midgets. I did sleep some. Just not enough.
Today the roller coaster is up high again. Slogger had his procedure, which he came through just fine even though it involved STOPPING AND RESTARTING HIS HEART.
He was loopy for a good bit of the day, but now he's feeling good, sitting up in his chair, and looking like nothing but himself. I'm happy, and even if it doesn't last forever or even for very long, it feels great.
I'm not even going to say a word about when we might get out of the hospital, but I do think we'll be back in High Plains City by Tuesday or Wednesday of next week. Ready to begin our new lives, whatever that may mean.