...my dad came out of surgery just fine.
Unfortunately, it's no thanks to me because I realized this morning that even though I had brought all kinds of extra jeans and tops and hair product and work, I forgot to bring clean underwear. That could have brought the whole system down.
Dad is currently enjoying some fine opiates (I think he'd be happier with a pork chop, but that doesn't go into an IV) and, we hope, a nap while we take a break from the oh-so-comfy chairs and that great hospital smell.