We did a little surfing in the morning and then left for the doctor. The office was clear up next to Fry's. Traffic wasn't bad except for the stretch from a mile north of 360 to a mile north of downtown. It was stop and go, but fortunately more go than stop.
The hospital is huge. So is the parking lot. It was full. People were parking along side the roads because there were no open spaces. Ellen was there to do some pre-operation tests (blood and ECG) and learn how to deal with the results of the surgery. The result is a "stoma". It's a gross, outward puckering, opening in her lower abdomen. Taking care of it is a pain in the ass. Attachment of the bag is complicated with lots of possible failure modes. These modes can cause bad skin reactions and infections. Bags have to be changed twice a week and drained several times a week. I'll have to help her, it won't be fun.
It didn't help that the person giving the training seemed to be second string. Apparently they were filling in for the people who usually did it (they were out).
After two hours we escaped. We ate lunch at the restaurant by Fry's. Unfortunately Lucy wasn't with us, it was too hot. I really needed the Guinness I ordered.
The drive back was one of the fastest I've ever done. Only one minor slowdown (to the speed limit). Most of it was at 65-70 even through the work zone.
One really lousy thing happened. I spent most of the two hours at the hospital doing a Minions party. I was making great progress. In 2 hours I had two items done and was well on the way to my third. Then the damn game crashed. When I got it back I had lost all of that progress. I spent some time at lunch recovering, but of course most of the rest of the party time was spent driving home.
When I got home I made it my mission to complete the earthquake machine before I went to bed. I did it, but I didn't do anything else for the rest of the afternoon and evening.
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