Surgery--Again

I haven't found printable words yet.

This sounds like protocol tharn to me, and fie on all of them.

That's my reaction, too.

Mebbe tomorrow's therapist has a stick s/he can poke folks with for some blinkin' answers.

I can project inter department blasts, review boards on at least a couple of sides dealing with each other and the occasional stomping surgeon. But of course, surgeons are busy and carry on. This is patient jerkaround.

In case I wasn't clear. The surgery is postponed. The test for the adenoma must be completed and evaluated before I go into the hospital for the surgery.

Not sure why guys are angry. I'm a little angry but not as much as you.

I'm upset. Geared up. Now I must gear down and back up again.

Sighing. And maybe I'll throw in another thud.

Thud.

These tests will take awhile? require everything to be re-scheduled? that's frustrating.

I hadn't picked up that the surgery would have to be postponed - I thought they were going to try to stuff extra testing into the next 48 hours, and thought they were being awfully mean.

me too also!


OK... postponed...

mmmmmmmmmmmmm....

any ideas of length of postponement... days, weeks.... I guess you may have to wait to find out tomorrow.

In the meantime - do you have an appointment still tomorrow. Will you be able to get hold of the neurosurgeon for some asnwers tomorrow. How audible are you?:

OK... a little breathing space (not the best plan, you were geared up and gearing down can be cumbersome)


I hate to harp on (OK... shoot me) - reasons, unknown as they are, for everything... have to believe that (me) - Tuesday day was not right - so, each day at a time til we find out when and how etc, testing. List of questions for the fella tomorrow goil. Get the answers as much as you can.

Have you got some work to pick up on. Delay could be short. Maybe a little longer.


(Actually, I'm a little spitty for you my friend, waiting is hard... action does happen, get it over and done with, then you can start living again without the weight on your shoulders - its terribly waring all this waiting around for you, limbo land. I guess there must be a sense of relief to an extent tho. Maybe you and the MENSCH could meet for luncheon on Tuesday instead. That would make you forget for a little.

Let's hope this happens sooner rather than later so you can put it into the past and move forward. I know, easy words my love, don't mean to sound patronising, just straight from the heart, promise.

Love ya (((((((((((((((Boida))))))))))))... wish things were easier for you xxxx




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I guess I'd be annoyed that they set the appt without planning to have you come in and do what was necessary pre-operation. Why the lack of coordinated planning?

Well, yes. It sounds like they're making this up as they go along. Haven't they ever done a procedure like this before?

You were going to the hospital tomorrow, right?

Cold world. Could be a medically/surgically smart decision. Any of those people talked with you at any length?

I've been a brat with my eye surgery, which I won't go on about, but the clinic/surg people have been palliative to me, once I called,
not from policy but because they are real.

I get that your hospital deals with new york.

I might be more sympathetic to the hospital if I didn't take it as some kind of departmental group wrest, though the wresters could be right.

Really, Roberta, I don't know what to say. I could scream.

Boida, this is unbelievable! If the thuds help, keep 'em going, but maybe you should just stay down and catch your breath after the next one. Hugs to you and thank you for keeping us in the loop.

I've known about the adrenal adenoma for some time. However, I did not know about it when plans for the surgery were made (in the summer). When I last saw the endocrinologist, I didn't know I was going to have surgery. I told them there was a chance. I was scheduled for all the adrenal tests. This was on a Thursday. The following Saturday I found out I needed the surgery. I delayed on having the tests and ultimately decided to delay them until after the surgery. I left a message to this effect, which no one received. This is a huge hospital. Although I suppose it's possible for the two separate departments to coordinate, I doubt that it happens. Enormous patient load, etc.

In effect, the ball was in my court and I dropped it because I had no idea that the surgery was dependent on the adrenal thing.

I'm scheduled to have a CAT scan tomorrow (Friday) at 9 a.m. I will have blood tests after that. I will also pick up two large bottles. Then I must keep an appointment with my therapist (1 p.m.) Then I must go to the Medicaid office and drop off some papers for my application for Medicaid for the working disabled. Then I will go home and splat rather thud (tired of thuds).

Next week I must fill the first bottle with some kind of stuff in it with 24 hours' worth of urine. I must bring it in the same day. Then I must fill up the second bottle with different stuff in it with another 24 hours' worth of urine and bring it in the same day.

It will take a week to get the results back. If the results are negative, I'll be able to have the surgery. If the results are positive, I likely will have some kind of cancer that must be addressed before the thing in my head.

I've turned down work thinking I'd be unavailable. I don't know when the surgery will be rescheduled. Two weeks is not enough time for most of the work I do.

I billed a company in India for a job I did in June. I'm still waiting to be paid. I billed a company in Manhattan for two jobs I did in Aug/Sept. The billing is handled by a company in India. Where are my checks? Dunno? Talked to a woman in India yesterday. Today I got a call from a woman in Noo Joisey with the answer (maybe) but I wasn't home to take the call.

I'm dealing with other financial issues. Let's not go there.

This past Monday, I called Bellevue to have a prescription refilled. I go to the pharmacy after seeing the endocrinologist. I take a number and wait my turn. They find the prescription (but don't give it to me; I must pay first) and give me a piece of paper to give to the cashier along with my hospital card. I give the cashier (not in the same room but down the hall and around the corner) the card and the paper. Mistake. I've been billed for five times the amount I'm supposed to be billed for. Back to the person who gave me the wrong paper. I waited a long time. I started to cry. Then he gave me the right paper. Back to the cashier. Back to the man. Out of the ******* hospital.

I tried calling the neurosurgeons starting at about 6 p.m. Reached a human being at 9 and left a message. She told me that my endocrinologist had called earlier. I asked her to call.

All in all, I'm not having a good time.

On the Medicaid disability form I was asked what I do for recreation. I did NOT say, don't make me laugh. Shoulda.

Thank you for keeping notes on all this bizarrely horrible stuff.

In the meantime, thud them back.
I think we need to develop a thud mobile.
I'll start, with the best tires on earth.

Thud.

Bugger.


((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((Boida))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

arse tit bum wee pooh

what am I, chopped liver to respond to?

I must now gather some tires to stack..

Ok, that was easy.

Now for the oreos...

Oreo Thud. Picture it, a full thud...

THUD!



Big deep breath and a to boot.



It's going to be a long day goil. Focus on just what you have to today. What time do you anticipate being able to get home and splat. Kvetch with the therapist... get it out of your head.

Tell her your Tsetummelting!


Hugz xx

How did it go goil?

Did you splat tonite? Hope that you managed to talk/kvetch with the therapist. xx