Nothing ever happens like it's supposed to!

Dad called me at 9:00 this morning to tell me that they were going to take him to pre-op at 10:00. So I left work and rushed over there, calling Mom and Chris on the way to let them know. Chris is having truck problems and had intended to work on his truck this morning before heading to the hospital, but Mom had to go pick him up instead, so with one thing and another, it was noon before they arrived.

About 12:10 the anasthesiologist comes in and starts asking Dad about the breakfast he had this morning. That's right, the hospital served him breakfast this morning before surgery! You see where this is going, right? It was chicken broth, jello, juice, and coffee, but since you're not supposed to eat or dring for at least 8 hours before surgery....

So tomorrow at 1:00 - supposedly.