Out of surgery...

Roommate C went in for surgery this morning, and it sounds like everything went well. Strange how I'm more worried now than I was before it happened. It's like having her around made the possibility of losing her unreal, but now that she'll be in the hospital for a week and recovering at her parents' house for a few weeks after that... her blaring absence has set me into the stress I might have experienced a week ago, had I been paying attention. Her mom reports that she's fine, but it's just now donning on me that she was ever in danger. Strange how timing works sometimes.