|On my way to the other side of the hospital this afternoon to the "labs" to get my blood work done|
No, "today's drama" is not about the terrorist who is hiding out in a boat, bleeding, in a suburban backyard as I type this latest post. No, "today's drama" is about a phone call I received this morning.
As regular followers of my blog know, I am scheduled for brachytherapy on May 2nd. Translated that means I am undergoing a ninety minute surgery where they put me out (the fun part) and insert 80 to 90 radioactive seeds in my scrotum (ouch) to treat my localized prostate cancer. Prior to the surgery I am to have blood work done. Okay. I thought I had that all resolved last week. I was told I could get the blood work the day Bill and I return from our road trip vacation down south (we leave tomorrow) on April 29th. Oh no, "Cathy" tells me. "I can't order the seeds until you get your blood work." I told her that I'm leaving tomorrow for vacation. She repeats that she can't order the seeds (I thought they had already ordered the seeds but hey, what do I know, that's what I was told) until I get my blood work.
She asked if I had eaten today. Well....yes. I did have breakfast. Corn Chex with 2% milk and a banana, no sugar. She said I could get the blood work today but I would have to fast the rest of the day. Oh joy, just how I want to spend the day I'm in a quandary over what and how many shirts to pack for our week long vacation and I'm fasting. She told me to go to the lab at Beebe at 5:30. I asked her what do I have to do. She said "Just go there and tell them you need blood work." Uh huh. Why did I think this wasn't going to be this easy?
I called the number of the lab she gave me and told the woman that I had to have blood work today. She asked "Are you fasting?" I said "Yes." She said "Come on down at 5:30 and get your blood work done." Why did I think this wasn't going to be this easy?
So I fasted all day. Let me tell you, fasting during the day is a LOT harder than fasting overnight.
Five o'clock rolls around. I get in my trust Subaru Forester, Bill in tow. On the way down I tell Bill "I bet I run into a problem. I just know it."
Bill waits in the car. I go into the hospital. I get directions to the "labs" which is, of course, at the total other end of the building, next to the Emergency Room.
No one is at the window. Figures. I wander around until I find someone who looks like they work there. I tell them I'm here to get "my blood done." She motions me to a window where there is NO ONE. I amble myself over to the window and viola! Someone shows up. I tell her I'm there for my blood work. She said "Where is your order? I can't do anything without an order."
OKAY.....HERE WE GO. I knew it. A classic Catch-22. I'm supposed to get my blood work but I can't get it because I don't have an ORDER but I can't the ORDER because the woman from the surgical unit who told me that I needed the blood work before she could order the seeds was gone for the day. I knew it, I knew it and I KNEW IT.
Rather than bore you with all the flaming hoops I had to jump through I will sum it up this way, I got her to call my doctor's office (which was closed of course). She got the "back-up" doctor. After much back and forth on the phone, he okayed me for a "verbal order." I got my blood work done, albeit an hour later. Time I got out of there and to my car in the hospital parking lot where Bill was waiting for me the time was 7 pm. I had not eaten since 6 am. Man, was I hungry.
So here I am now, the lone surviving Boston Marathon terrorist is still holed up in that boat in a suburban back yard and I am exhausted. I am exhausted from watching the overkill of that situation. Just a thought here folks, we can't spend five minutes on a background check for a gun but we can close down a whole neighborhood of 300,000 people to hunt for one 19 year old terrorist who makes pressure cooker bombs? My pre-trip packing routine was thoroughly destabilized by my medical SNAFU (look it up) today. I just KNOW I'm going to forget something on this trip tomorrow. Oh, I'll remember what I forgot by the time we hit Virginia.
|Me at the Delaware State Legislature prior to my testimony Wednesday. Is that my T-shirt showing? My God.|