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Remember all that hoo-ha about a possible uterine tumor? They wanna do a hysteroscopy and D&C. Well, I had the pre-op visit today. It was scheduled for 2pm, and just as I was about to head out the door, I asked hub if he wanted to come keep me company. He shrugged and put his shoes on, so off we went.
First, we went to the doctor's office in one hospital. We were about 3 minutes late because there was some kind of construction in the nearby parking lots, so I had to find an outlying one and hike in. We sat, and waited, waited, waited. We talked about where we'd move if the country got any more cracker-patriotic-crazy (hub is a grassy-knoll sort, so this sort of talk is fun for him) and what kind of place we'd have. Finally I got called back at 2:45. They put me in an office and take my BP. After 15 minutes, they put me in a waiting room and tell me to drop trou, which surprised me because I thought we were just going to talk about the operation. Also they wanted urine to do a pregnancy test even though I've had my tubes tied (by the same doctor) and an endometrial ablation.
So I peel down, and wait another 15 minutes. I dragged hub with me, to keep me company and we idly discussed stealing medical supplies and made fun of the 'Highlights' magazines. Finally, doc shows up and rapid-fire asks questions that have yes-no answers and sticks fingers in vulnerable orifices, the bastard. Finally I said "I wanna ask some questions here" and he answered them. Yes, he knows I had an ablation but since I am at risk for cancer (due to age, and family history) he wants to look anyway. The d&c is to get some stuff to look at under a microscope. I don't have to have Versed if I don't wanna (and I really don't wanna) and can even do this under local, but will discuss all that with the gasser (anesthesiologist). While I was there, the hospital where the procedure would be done (not the one where the dr. office is) called and wanted to schedule another pre-op where I will give them blood and medical history. I ask why I am not doing that now, since I'm talking to the damn doctor, and they said I had to tell it all to someone at that hospital. @@ Doc tells me they will take a fresh sample of Stacy goodies and biopsy (or whatever) it right away, but I won't know anything for a week or so. Oh, and BTW, no sex or swimming for a week- my two favorite goddamn forms of recreation that doesn't involve sitting on my ass, goddamnit!
So, I went to the post office to send back my frelling t-shirt to the frelling tie-dye lady which costs me eight frelling dollars because she wanted me to send it with verification of delivery. That wait was relatively short.
Then I went to the frelling other hospital and hub and I complained mightily the whole way. I waited for a bit then we went in to pre-register, give them medical history and more blood and more urine, for another pregnancy test in case I was impregnated on the way over. They are alarmed that I take St.John's Wort and consider postponing the surgery, which would suck mightily since Mom wants to come down and fuss over me, and has requested time off from her job. They reluctantly agreed to continue as planned (though they didn't talk to the gasser that will actually be assigned to me, so this could still get postponed) but told me to quit taking the SJW from now until then, which sucks because I have been feeling awfully morose lately and was even a little weepy this morning.
Anyway it's close to 5 when they hand me a sheaf of papers and tell me to show up 2 hours before tee time (as it were) on Thursday. I agree to this, but am irritated because I did not talk to a gasser to discuss my loathing of Versed, nor my preference to do this with local if possible. Apparently I get to do this right before the surgery. I sure hope I don't get one who refuses to deviate from some set agenda... Versed and general as opposed to local are, in my humble opinion, unnecessary ways of making sure I cause them as little trouble as possible. If I had a great fear of needles or doctors or medical procedures it would be one thing, but I do not and I dislike the idea of being put in a chemical straight-jacket and have amnesia induced just so I won't be any trouble.
First, we went to the doctor's office in one hospital. We were about 3 minutes late because there was some kind of construction in the nearby parking lots, so I had to find an outlying one and hike in. We sat, and waited, waited, waited. We talked about where we'd move if the country got any more cracker-patriotic-crazy (hub is a grassy-knoll sort, so this sort of talk is fun for him) and what kind of place we'd have. Finally I got called back at 2:45. They put me in an office and take my BP. After 15 minutes, they put me in a waiting room and tell me to drop trou, which surprised me because I thought we were just going to talk about the operation. Also they wanted urine to do a pregnancy test even though I've had my tubes tied (by the same doctor) and an endometrial ablation.
So I peel down, and wait another 15 minutes. I dragged hub with me, to keep me company and we idly discussed stealing medical supplies and made fun of the 'Highlights' magazines. Finally, doc shows up and rapid-fire asks questions that have yes-no answers and sticks fingers in vulnerable orifices, the bastard. Finally I said "I wanna ask some questions here" and he answered them. Yes, he knows I had an ablation but since I am at risk for cancer (due to age, and family history) he wants to look anyway. The d&c is to get some stuff to look at under a microscope. I don't have to have Versed if I don't wanna (and I really don't wanna) and can even do this under local, but will discuss all that with the gasser (anesthesiologist). While I was there, the hospital where the procedure would be done (not the one where the dr. office is) called and wanted to schedule another pre-op where I will give them blood and medical history. I ask why I am not doing that now, since I'm talking to the damn doctor, and they said I had to tell it all to someone at that hospital. @@ Doc tells me they will take a fresh sample of Stacy goodies and biopsy (or whatever) it right away, but I won't know anything for a week or so. Oh, and BTW, no sex or swimming for a week- my two favorite goddamn forms of recreation that doesn't involve sitting on my ass, goddamnit!
So, I went to the post office to send back my frelling t-shirt to the frelling tie-dye lady which costs me eight frelling dollars because she wanted me to send it with verification of delivery. That wait was relatively short.
Then I went to the frelling other hospital and hub and I complained mightily the whole way. I waited for a bit then we went in to pre-register, give them medical history and more blood and more urine, for another pregnancy test in case I was impregnated on the way over. They are alarmed that I take St.John's Wort and consider postponing the surgery, which would suck mightily since Mom wants to come down and fuss over me, and has requested time off from her job. They reluctantly agreed to continue as planned (though they didn't talk to the gasser that will actually be assigned to me, so this could still get postponed) but told me to quit taking the SJW from now until then, which sucks because I have been feeling awfully morose lately and was even a little weepy this morning.
Anyway it's close to 5 when they hand me a sheaf of papers and tell me to show up 2 hours before tee time (as it were) on Thursday. I agree to this, but am irritated because I did not talk to a gasser to discuss my loathing of Versed, nor my preference to do this with local if possible. Apparently I get to do this right before the surgery. I sure hope I don't get one who refuses to deviate from some set agenda... Versed and general as opposed to local are, in my humble opinion, unnecessary ways of making sure I cause them as little trouble as possible. If I had a great fear of needles or doctors or medical procedures it would be one thing, but I do not and I dislike the idea of being put in a chemical straight-jacket and have amnesia induced just so I won't be any trouble.
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Date: Jul. 26th, 2002 06:08 pm (UTC)From: (Anonymous)no subject
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Date: Jul. 29th, 2002 09:10 am (UTC)From:That's kinda icky though, so instead I thought I'd just bombard him with questions the day of, specifying the 'no sex' rule. "Can I have oral sex? Can I give oral sex? What about hand jobs? Anal? Strap-ons? etc." Hub has agreed that he would like to be present if I do go there. I'll have to double-check with my mom though.
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Date: Jul. 29th, 2002 09:07 am (UTC)From: