When I next lifted my eyes open, I was lying by myself, breathing easy, with people shuffling around.
After a bit, who am I kidding, I had no sense of time at this point, the last thing I remembered was from the morning.
I looked down at my right side, to see if I could see the bag.
It didn't look like anything was there.
I can't remember how I found out for sure, was it Cathy, a nurse or a doctor?
Someone finally told me, Oh yeah, no bag.
I turns out, that once I was cut open I was remeasured, and they had 10.0 centimeters to work with.
Things looked solid in there, so they took a section of intestine out and stapled - sewed it back up.
Surgery had taken a long time, there was a delay with other surgeries, at the hospital, and they were taking their time to fit things back together again, running tests on what there were working with.
I had woken up at 8:00 PM that night.
It was too late for the kids to come by, but they would be by the next day after work.
One not so funny thing, was that my daughter sent a text update, and I guess when you saw it on the phone screen, it read,
"Pop didn't make it"
And then when you opened up the rest of the message, it read, Pop didn't make it into surgery until 2:00 PM, Everything turned out fine. "