Well, BJ’s shoulder surgery is finally over — and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.

The doctor is a fabulous surgeon — but bless his heart, he has the personality of a doorknob.  It was a rotator cuff repair.  He said, “No guarantees here.  I’ve seen shoulders that were really torn up come out great, and minor injuries where the repairs made it worse.  We won’t know for several weeks how this one went.  Oh, and I had to cut off the end from the collar bone.  It was arthritic.  Happy Thanksgiving.”

The procedure was supposed to take three to four hours; it was between four and a half and five hours before it was all over.  Then he said to expect another 45 minutes to an hour and a half for waking up in Recovery.  That took another two and a half hours.  Now, you should probably know that it was me the author of that prayer had in mind:  “Lord, grant me patience, and I want it right now.”

I probably would have been better if somebody would have come out occasionally to give me updates, but I understand that they were kinda busy.  I’m just glad it’s all over, and I really hope it wasn’t all for naught.  Poor BJ.  Good drugs, though!