Adult hospitals just don't have much advantage over children's hospital (except the definite all-time best thing--that they have many fewer sick or injured kids). The pre-op room did not have awesome toys for Walter to ride around on while he passed the hours. Nor did I have a soothing rocking chair to still my nerves. There were NO adult life specialists circulating with art projects or blowing distracting bubbles. I guess on the up side, CNN rather than Dora, the Explorer provided the soundtrack to my afternoon.
The worst difference was that I don't have a trustworthy nurse phoning out to the waiting area every two hours, giving me the update. In fact, it is almost 5:00 and I haven't talked to a nurse since 12:30. I'm pretty sure they won't have Gatorade and purple popsicles in recovery.
For those following the action, here is a pre-procedure photo of Maximillian's size 13B prize right foot.