Another one for the Acidman. Aren't they cute?
Another fun day. I had to call the hospital for a pre-surgery assessment today. After asking all sorts of questions:
Q: Are you on any drugs?
A: You betcha. Lots of 'em.
Q: What are they?
A: Atenolol, nuerontin, trileptal, and elavil. (all legal, BTW.) Plus an antibiotic so the cut doesn't get infected.
Q: Is that all?
A: Isn't that enough?
Q: I thought you said lots of 'em?
A: You mean that's not a lot?
Q: Oh we have people on lots more drugs that that. Are you experiencing any pain? And on a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is it.
A: What ensued was a ten minute discussion of the phantom pain I endure due to being an incomplete paraplegic. And that is why I take three of the drugs mentioned above.
Q: Do the drugs help?
A: You betcha.
Q: How is your pain tolerance?
A: Pretty damn good! I've lived with burning in my feet for 15 years.
More questions ensued. Finally she said I needed to get an EKG and I could get one either today (Friday) or Monday. So, I called up Cindy, who, fortunately (for me, not for her) was home recovering from a case of a 24 hour bug. She came over and took me to the hospital.
I was told to go to admissions which I did. They took bunches of info and pointed us to the elevator that would take us down to pre-op. After 10 minutes of waiting, we decided the elevator wasn't working and went to find another. We got down to pre-op, signed in, and waited, and waited, and waited.
Finally someone took care of us and took me in a room and hooked up some electrodes. She then fired up the machine and did her thing. She then asked if I had the paperwork?
"The paperwork?", I asked.
"The paperwork", she replied.
"What paperwork?"
"The paperwork from your doctor. He should have given it to you when you went to his office."
"Beats me."
So when I got out of the room, I asked Cindy about it.
"Nope. We're supposed to go to the doctor's office before the surgery to fill out all the paperwork", said Cindy.
"Well, you really should have it now."
"But we don't."
And under my breath "Does that mean they're gonna cancel the surgery?"
We made it out OK and Cindy took me home.
Tomorrow a physical therapist is gonna come see me. I'm not really sure why. Am I gonna have to do finger exercises?
That was my fun day.
More tomorrow. Maybe.