Okay, so at today's visit the vet decided he wants to do another full-out surgery tomorrow. Rob and I will drop him off in the morning, he'll go right back for surgery, they'll take skin from his back, and stretch it down to cover as much of the tail as they can. When he's awake enough that I can take him (and they let me take him before they let most pet owners) I'll go pick him up and my boss has okayed it that he'll spend the afternoon in my office with me. That will be good because I'll be able to keep an eye on him, Rob will be nearby, and I won't lose anymore hours, since I've been late or off every day this past week. So I'm pretty nervous about it, but now I'm nervous like I was pre-first surgery, not nervous like he's going to die. I feel like I haven't slept in over two weeks. Probably because I haven't actually slept nightmare-free in over two weeks.