Surgery day

The surgery that she needed was one to remove a portion of the hyoid bone to relieve the pressure on the nerves that would save her life.  I am not a vet so I don't understand why, when, where or anything about the reason for going to another bone to fix a different area so I am going to have to trust that they know what they are doing.   I don't even know if I am spelling anything right so please bear with me.  I had to wait to go to see her because I didn't know what time they were going to operate on her so I went to a local restaurant to wait until visiting hours.  I really didn't want to eat but I knew it would upset my husband if I didn't.  I hurried and ate and found myself wiggling my foot in anticipation of his finishing his meal.  I love my husband but I wanted to jump up and grab him by the shirt and shake him, screaming, 'COME ON, LET'S GET OVER THERE!"  He is a great man and knew that there was nothing I could do by pacing around in front of her empty stall making myself sick.  When we finally arrived, she was standing in her stall looking, of course, drugged but she recognized me right away and nickered to me.  I spent some time loving her up and promising cookies and long walks when she came home in 5 days.  5 days...nope, it wasn't going to be that easy.