Admitted and Long Night

The procedure took way too long yesterday, so I was suspecting something went wrong, reading my magazine. I got up for coffee and cookies (sorry Alison, it's bad of me to eat when you cannot), and after they were gone, I got up for coke and pretzels. 2 hours gone for a ten minute procedure... Finally the doctor returned along with Alison in her bed, and he explained to me that she experienced some bleeding but he opted to get the sample anyway. He actually collected several. I asked if it wasn't normal to bleed when they stab someone, but he intimated that this was more than normal, and she'd have to stay overnight to make sure she wasn't bleeding internally.
Her blood counts went from 9.3 to 7.6 post-surgery. We went upstairs, and she had to wait in the hall on her bed while they returned her roommate to the room first. Yeah, there was a roommate, which is fine if the room is large enough to accomadate and didn't smell like permanent glade air freshener covering up death and disease. I was really proud of Alison for adapting to that situation, though it was challenging to be too motivated in a tiny bathroom that the IV hanger barely fit in, with those used-to-be 1 inch tiles with grout muddied up by 30 years of consistent use. But if she wasn't complaining, I couldn't disclose how I missed that gucci hotel room-like room at Community North as I sat in the single visitor's chair overnight. To IU's credit, their new building for cancer patients opens in September. But last night was long, with a transfusion of two bags of blood.
By this morning she'd proved she wasn't bleeding inside, and we were released for home. She's resting up now, extremely sore from the whole thing. We don't have the results of the core samples yet, and won't have them until atleast Wednesday.