Hospitals are for other people.
Hospitals are o.k. if you are young and strong.
But now in a golden year and facing a hospital visit soon, I am grinning and bearing the notion that I am now one of those others.
Putting my right hip in for removal and replacement sounds easy peazy these days but the preparations and advance appointments are daunting, especially when a “post-op appointment” is scheduled for 3 days before the surgery.
Good thing my golden year left me with a golden eye that is able to catch errors!
Then there were two sets of lab work (in better words – “blood letting”.)
The first blood tests went well.
The second was conducted by a novice who, in an effort to collect seven vials, left my left arm a rainbow of black, blue, yellow and red bruises as evidence of cruel and unusual punishment.
My tests are clear though.
The Dentist says I am good to go.
The General Practitioner says so too. And after he proclaimed a clean bill of health he actually gave me a big hug and wished me luck. This had the dual effect of making me smile in the knowledge my doctor of over 20 years really cares and/or making me worry that he is secretly afraid he will never see me again.
Speaking of never seeing me again, I happened to be scanning Google stuff on surgeries and came across the little known fact that more people die in surgeries performed on Fridays! Wouldn’t you know it? I am scheduled on a Friday!
But, going on the premise that I will be the standout survivor of a Friday massacre,
I am practicing breathing into a gadget, doing simple exercises, trying to walk, and
the pre-op appointments that were scheduled correctly are now almost over.
Note: BigFoot is still affecting the Left extremity but sends regards. I keep mentioning to the orthopedic experts how BigFoot started over on the left ankle, swelled, moved around and is still capricious. But no one in the medical establishment pays a bit of attention. Evidently surgeons specialize in only one thing at a time and BigFoot will just have to wait.
Well the day is drawing near!
Please wish me luck my friends in the blog-us-fear.
There will surely be stories to tell when this is all over.
Virginia Views 