So we left the hospital around 2:00pm to go home, get some rest, and most importantly put together some chow for Aaric (milk de jour of course) – now we are back. He’s been soundly asleep as a result of the anesthesia, morphine, and versad cocktail and now at a little after 6:00pm he is just starting to stir the tiniest bit. He’s lashed to the bed (to prevent escape of course) and I’m a little worried as to what the reaction will be when he wakes up to find himself Gulliver’d in such a fashion – sadly, I’m not sure we’ll be around to help save him from the Lilliputianesque nurses due to a shift change lockout between 6:45pm and 8:30pm.