They've just thrown everyone out of the PICU who isn't plugged into anything so they can begin to close Ford's chest. It's only supposed to take an hour so we should be able to go back in a see him soon. He was wide awake again this morning and we spent some time sticking our faces within inches of his and cooing and calling him funny names, but I think he's too stoned to really process much.
While we have the opportunity to sit out in the waiting room and wring our hands with worry during the proceedure, we've decided to go get lattes across the street instead. It should all be fine and we will fill you all in sometime tomorrow on how it went.
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