"Um, I'm sorry, but I asked for Dr. McDreamy. |
(Nurse for pre-op
testing over phone, while I am driving in my car, with 12-year-old) “Describe for me in your own words, what
procedures you are having during your surgery next week”
(Me) “I’d prefer not to if it’s all the same to
you.”
(my 12-year-old) “Just say it. I know everything.”
(Nurse) “Yes, well I think you understand the
procedures given what you have already said.
We can leave it at that.”
(Nurse drawing blood)
“We usually have you sign in writing that
you cannot be pregnant…but you’re 50, so we don’t need to.”
(Me) “Hey, thanks for calling that out. You didn’t have to rub it in…I could have
just told you I’m down a uterus and called it a day!”
(my 12-year-old) “So what exactly are they going to do to
you? I mean, where are they going to cut
you?”
(Me) “Trust me when I tell you that you don’t
want to know…and I’m tired of being asked.”
(pre-admission phone
call) “I just want to make sure that
you are getting everything you want.” (laughter) “I
mean, that you understand what is going to be done.”
(Me) “Oh yeah, I can’t wait. It’s beyond my wildest dreams and I could not
ask for more! Please sir, may I have
some more?”
(my younger brother)
“So who is going to take care of you when
you get home?”
(Me) “I’ll have the kids and they will pitch in
and help.”
(my younger brother)
“You’re F’ed.”
Laughter…(me) “I think you might be right!”
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