Times Three

Are you sensing a pattern here.  I promise hope this will be my last time post for a while.  The time I speak of is when you are waiting for someone to get out of surgery.  That is when time slows to a snails pace.  Surgery that is suppose to last an hour and a half and goes almost four hours.  That is when time stops completely and your mind goes into full-force worry and wonder what if mode.  And there is no amount of anything that will get time moving again.  I’m not a fan of this time. I’m happy to say my worry was for not.  That’s fantastic news.