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If you don't follow me on Twitter, here's a recap of my day yesterday.
Got up at 6 to take Dad to the hospital for same day surgery. Checked him in at 8:30.
Informed a little before 10 that surgery would be pushed back an hour or so because of emergencies.
Two hours later told that they didn't know when the doctor would be there due to the emergencies. I went to get something to eat and ended up talking to a lovely woman in the waiting room whose daughter was in for a double mastectomy. She was in recovery at the time and they were waiting for her to get to her room. She had flowers waiting for her downstairs.
Went back to sit with Dad. A little before 3:30, SEVEN HOURS after first arriving, Dad finally gets taken to surgery and I go back to the waiting room.
At 6:30, the doctor comes out and tells me that they removed a medium-sized tumor, a large tumor, zapped a bunch of little tumors...and he still has another large tumor. The doctor got part of it out, but he wants to send it to pathology for testing because he's not sure if this one is invasive or not. He can't see it very well. He also tells me that Dad will be staying the night so they can flush out his bladder. Oh goody.
At 7 the nurse calls me to let me know that Dad is in recovery and they're getting his room ready and another nurse will call me when he's done up.
At 7:30 I am the ONLY person left in the waiting room. The other nurse calls to let me know what room Dad will be in and that I can go up and wait for him to be brought in. Okay.
At 7:45 Dad is brought in and set up. The nurse leaves. Dad rips off his oxygen mask and asks in a not-so-happy voice, "Why am I here?" I tell him. Dad is not happy. He's not happy about staying. He's not happy they didn't get all of the tumors. He's not happy the doctor didn't stay and talk to him. I'm not happy to be listening to him take it out on me because Laws knows that when the doctor sees him in the morning, he won't be saying any of this shit to him. He tells me to go home. I tell him I intend to.
I leave the hospital a little after 8 o'clock, eleven and a half hours after first getting there. Awesome day.
During my stay, I did manage to hit my Nano daily word count, finish two personal essays, and outline two more chapters in for my Nano book before my pen died. Then I was sad. And the piano guy was playing Disney songs and it didn't make me happy.
I picked up Dad this morning. He's in a much better mood since a) the doctor talked to him and b) he got to leave.
He's got to call about the pathology report tomorrow. If it's non-invasive like the others, then they'll probably schedule yet another surgery to get the rest of it. If it's invasive, then talks will be had on what to do about it.
In the meantime, the cats are very happy their daddy is back home. They don't appreciate it when their humans go out for long periods without their approval.
Got up at 6 to take Dad to the hospital for same day surgery. Checked him in at 8:30.
Informed a little before 10 that surgery would be pushed back an hour or so because of emergencies.
Two hours later told that they didn't know when the doctor would be there due to the emergencies. I went to get something to eat and ended up talking to a lovely woman in the waiting room whose daughter was in for a double mastectomy. She was in recovery at the time and they were waiting for her to get to her room. She had flowers waiting for her downstairs.
Went back to sit with Dad. A little before 3:30, SEVEN HOURS after first arriving, Dad finally gets taken to surgery and I go back to the waiting room.
At 6:30, the doctor comes out and tells me that they removed a medium-sized tumor, a large tumor, zapped a bunch of little tumors...and he still has another large tumor. The doctor got part of it out, but he wants to send it to pathology for testing because he's not sure if this one is invasive or not. He can't see it very well. He also tells me that Dad will be staying the night so they can flush out his bladder. Oh goody.
At 7 the nurse calls me to let me know that Dad is in recovery and they're getting his room ready and another nurse will call me when he's done up.
At 7:30 I am the ONLY person left in the waiting room. The other nurse calls to let me know what room Dad will be in and that I can go up and wait for him to be brought in. Okay.
At 7:45 Dad is brought in and set up. The nurse leaves. Dad rips off his oxygen mask and asks in a not-so-happy voice, "Why am I here?" I tell him. Dad is not happy. He's not happy about staying. He's not happy they didn't get all of the tumors. He's not happy the doctor didn't stay and talk to him. I'm not happy to be listening to him take it out on me because Laws knows that when the doctor sees him in the morning, he won't be saying any of this shit to him. He tells me to go home. I tell him I intend to.
I leave the hospital a little after 8 o'clock, eleven and a half hours after first getting there. Awesome day.
During my stay, I did manage to hit my Nano daily word count, finish two personal essays, and outline two more chapters in for my Nano book before my pen died. Then I was sad. And the piano guy was playing Disney songs and it didn't make me happy.
I picked up Dad this morning. He's in a much better mood since a) the doctor talked to him and b) he got to leave.
He's got to call about the pathology report tomorrow. If it's non-invasive like the others, then they'll probably schedule yet another surgery to get the rest of it. If it's invasive, then talks will be had on what to do about it.
In the meantime, the cats are very happy their daddy is back home. They don't appreciate it when their humans go out for long periods without their approval.
