We are home from the hospital. 

It was a long day yesterday. Dad did well in the surgery. However, he lost his IV with a vengeance in recovery. It blew out and they had to try to  get a new one in as  he started waking. After several attempts, they got his foot. Sigh.

Then he started having claustrophobic attacks. Very scary. He would just start screaming to get out of bed and to get the neck brace off of him (yeah, don’t think so buddy. Keeping that neck brace on dude!). At least he got some anxiety meds for it. The evening was difficult and he had a very rough night. He really wanted to get out last night. So, being home is the best place…

Still worried, but I am glad he is home. Less chance of infections, less chance of a claustrophobia attack.