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So my Dad's appendicitis surgery that was supposed to be at 6:30? Heh.

At 6:25, two Nurses came in to move him. They didn't even look at him, speak to us, or anything.

They took him to the other room, muttered the number vaguely, and... that was it.

Mom and I waited. And waited.

Mom went to the room he was suppoesd to be in. No Dad, just some random guy. Eventually, we got the right room...

And were told - this was at seven o'clock - that it might be "a few more hours before surgery."

Yeah, I'm irritated. Though it's not the surgeon's fault; I'm more irritated with how some of the staff treated us and Dad.

And I feel sorry for him.

Sigh.

More on Dad

He's out of surgery, and fine.

Thanks for all the comments!