Waved her to sleep at 9.30 this morning, had a frantic call from HDU about 15 minutes ago asking for her Nippy, got to the ward to find the Nippy gone.
And so it is that I know she is through the surgery - will be landing on HDU in around 15 minutes, and they'll be calling me once she's fit to be seen.
And I wonder why it is that the hour we had to wait this morning before she went to theatre was longer than the nine hours I've waited all day, and why this next 15 minutes are longer yet?
And I also wonder why this waiting room reeks of smoke.
Ps. Pic is view from my room upstairs in the Ronald McDonald house; my home until she's back on the ward.