First of all, thank you to everyone for your prayers and etc. Anyone who prayed, you get a free pony on me. He will show up on your doorstep on Tuesday. His name will be Mr. Nutters. You're welcome!
I'm not sure what to say about what's going on. My dad got through his surgery just fine, but now he's having seizures, so they're sedating him for a couple of days. No one can tell us exactly what this means, only that he hasn't had a stroke, so that's good. Apparently it could just be some air in his brain. Air, and possibly a sandwich, I don't know. So they're waiting for the flotsam to exit his brain so that they can rouse him, and this won't be able to happen until Monday.
So. We're not rending our garments, but neither are we rejoicing. We're a little bummed. By "a little bummed," read "weeping hysterically"--but probably not for any good or rational reason except that it's sad to not have him back with us yet. But soon. Soon, we hope.