It was successful. That's the main thing. Hospitals are legendarily no fun at all, and this one is no exception. Everything is tied up in red tape. Dad brought his own pills and could have just taken them, but that is forbidden. So he had to wait all night for everything to get through the computers and the paperwork and he finally got a rough equivalent of his pills. He was fairly upset about it, but honestly I think mostly due to the disruption of his routine.
The major point is that the procedure was successful, that it will probably help him, and he'll probably get along a little better in the future. He has to have dialysis (and a chest x-ray) this afternoon, and he has to stay over another night. Brave Margaret is willing to endure another night of "Oh Gods!" Hopefully, this time they'll both be able to sleep. Or at least catch the NFL game. He should go home tomorrow and can settle back into his routine. Hopefully.
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