On this gray, rainy, cold April morning I arrived at my urology doctor's office in Lewes for my 9:00 am appointment with my urologist, who shall remain unnamed.
I filled out the usual forms again like I always do when I have an office visit with my urologist. It's a three page form which covers everything from suicidal thoughts to how many times do I get up at night to pee. A wide range there folks. Well, I'm not suicidal (yet) and I rarely get up at night to pee but I do have to go like a racehorse when I get up in the morning. And yes, I have a "steady stream." TMI? Hey folks, I gave you a spoiler alert at the beginning of this posting. You have no one to blame but yourself if pellets of sweat start draining down your forehead as you read "The Further Adventures of Ron In Prostate Land."
|"I don't think we're at Bloggerpalooza Toto!"|
After playing with my iPhone (checking Facebook) I was called in to have my blood pressure taken. 123 over 70. She said it was "good." Okay, I'll take her word for it.
Then I was put into one of those little waiting rooms to wait for my doctor.
I did manage to take a couple of goofy pictures of myself while I was waiting for the good doctor. I didn't have to wait to long before my doctor bounded in the room.
He wanted the name of the pharmacy where I get my prescriptions. I told him I use the VA. He gave me that now standard quizzical look that I get when I tell doctors that I use the VA for my pharmacy needs. This is what happens when one veers from the usual routine that doctors are used to. I whipped out my paper that gives him instructions how to fax the information to the VA. My "last four", the reason for the prescription and what the prescription is. The VA is very efficient in filling prescriptions.....and cheap. Sorry Rite Aid. Of course I've given this paper to this medical establishment every time they have asked but no matter, I now expect to give multiple copies whenever I'm in the Medical Treadmill. Fact of life.
|Only I won't be wearing this nifty aqua outfit|
He leaves with my VA prescription instruction paper then returns shortly. He tells me that they don't have a time set for my seed implants but the date is May 2nd in the morning. They will contact me later with the time a "slot" is open. Apparently this is similar to scheduling a colonoscopy, they set up several patients at once and then roll them down the assembly line, albeit with their legs in stirrups vertical and knocked out.
He also went over the "no aspirin two weeks before the procedure", "Fleet enema night before surgery" (I'm getting quite proficient at giving myself an enema by now), "no food after 12 midnight the night before surgery and no breakfast the morning of the surgery" (darn! I was so looking forward to having blueberry waffles smothered in real maple syrup that morning, maybe a side of good crisp scrapple slathered in ketchup).
|Won't be eating this for breakfast Day of the Implants|
I asked to take his picture for my iPhone Address book and I got the usual response that I get from all my doctors - no smiling and hurried. Oh well. He was the last doctor whose picture I didn't have.
So I'm set to go folks. Next blog post much more interesting.