Maid of Marvels
Lurking with Intent
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Nothing ever goes smoothly...
I arrived at the hospital at six ayem and went to the first floor as I had been directed the day before. Ever wander around an empty hospital? The experience is quite other-worldly. Even the machines are quiet.
I know I was in the right place. D elevators. 1st Floor. Catheterization. Uh huh. Only know one else seemed to know I was coming.
I finally found someone in a tiny room about a mile in, but I was in the Neurology Department by then. They said they'd help... Uh huh. Well, they tried. They phoned Catheterization but got no reply and decided to walk me up to the 2d floor where outpatient day ops go but they said I was in the wrong place. No kidding.
Six more phone calls got a reply in Catheterization and I walked back down to the first floor and did another half mile. I was so hoping they'd just send my butt home by this time, you have no idea.
Okay, so now I'm where I should be and almost an hour late for having taken the time to exercise along the way. Good thing the procedure wasn't scheduled til eight ayem, right? *nods* (I still say they should have sent my butt home.)
The rest of the pre-op stuff was "normal" except that my drip thingie broke and they couldn't find a new one... then they were pushing some antibiotic in by hand even while they were taking me to the OR.
I didn't get to choose my music, but it was Classic Rock and they asked me if I liked the selections they had chosen midway through sometime. It was Zeppelin then. One of my faves "Kashmir". They couldn't have chosen better, though I had expected something more "techno".
When they uncovered my face, the lights were blinding and I immediately spilled all the top secret info I had been keeping to myself for so many years with just a bit of gentle prodding. (I'm such a wuss).
I made it safely to a room with a sling on to remind me not to use that arm... Of course it meant nothing to me. I kept lifting it to adjust the sling.
Well... The upshot is that I am fully battery operated and my voice now sounds like CAPCOM. I understand that I may hear tones if the device goes off... Wondering if they will sound anything like NASA at liftoff but hoping more like a male voice after dialing 976-STUD.
There was some bad news, though. I have to give up arc welding and I can't do car repairs -- no leaning over a running engine, dontcha know. My cheerleading career is on hold as I can't do cartwheels or shake my pompoms for at least a month. (The team will be SO disappointed.) Oh... and BINGO. I can't go and use those magnetic bingo wands anymore.
My life is ruined. Just ruined. *sighs*
Truth, the defibrillator is in and everything's cool. I declined pain meds as it wasn't anything I couldn't handle, though the doc was a bit surprised. Now if only they would have added an automated coffeemaker to the deal, I'd be in heaven.
Home again and settling in. *kisses to everyone who needs them*
~Maid
I arrived at the hospital at six ayem and went to the first floor as I had been directed the day before. Ever wander around an empty hospital? The experience is quite other-worldly. Even the machines are quiet.
I know I was in the right place. D elevators. 1st Floor. Catheterization. Uh huh. Only know one else seemed to know I was coming.
I finally found someone in a tiny room about a mile in, but I was in the Neurology Department by then. They said they'd help... Uh huh. Well, they tried. They phoned Catheterization but got no reply and decided to walk me up to the 2d floor where outpatient day ops go but they said I was in the wrong place. No kidding.
Six more phone calls got a reply in Catheterization and I walked back down to the first floor and did another half mile. I was so hoping they'd just send my butt home by this time, you have no idea.
Okay, so now I'm where I should be and almost an hour late for having taken the time to exercise along the way. Good thing the procedure wasn't scheduled til eight ayem, right? *nods* (I still say they should have sent my butt home.)
The rest of the pre-op stuff was "normal" except that my drip thingie broke and they couldn't find a new one... then they were pushing some antibiotic in by hand even while they were taking me to the OR.
I didn't get to choose my music, but it was Classic Rock and they asked me if I liked the selections they had chosen midway through sometime. It was Zeppelin then. One of my faves "Kashmir". They couldn't have chosen better, though I had expected something more "techno".
When they uncovered my face, the lights were blinding and I immediately spilled all the top secret info I had been keeping to myself for so many years with just a bit of gentle prodding. (I'm such a wuss).
I made it safely to a room with a sling on to remind me not to use that arm... Of course it meant nothing to me. I kept lifting it to adjust the sling.

Well... The upshot is that I am fully battery operated and my voice now sounds like CAPCOM. I understand that I may hear tones if the device goes off... Wondering if they will sound anything like NASA at liftoff but hoping more like a male voice after dialing 976-STUD.
There was some bad news, though. I have to give up arc welding and I can't do car repairs -- no leaning over a running engine, dontcha know. My cheerleading career is on hold as I can't do cartwheels or shake my pompoms for at least a month. (The team will be SO disappointed.) Oh... and BINGO. I can't go and use those magnetic bingo wands anymore.
My life is ruined. Just ruined. *sighs*
Truth, the defibrillator is in and everything's cool. I declined pain meds as it wasn't anything I couldn't handle, though the doc was a bit surprised. Now if only they would have added an automated coffeemaker to the deal, I'd be in heaven.
Home again and settling in. *kisses to everyone who needs them*
~Maid
