medical bulletin: stop press

[realthog]

 
Okay, so the last thing I knew was I was going into hospital for my triple bypass this coming Tuesday (the 27th). Today Pam and I bopped down to the hospital for the pre-admission testing -- chest X-ray, EKG, bloodwork, please pee in this cup, all the usual. I earned admiration from my babe for not passing out during or after the taking of the blood specimen; I regard this dogged courage of mine as being, shall we say, an expression of my inner Conan.

We were not long home when the phone rang and the nice lady at Cardiac was explaining that the long-delayed results of the ultrasound on my carotid arteries had finally arrived and it looks as if they need to be cleaned out too. Accordingly, my Tuesday appointment in the operating theatre had been canceled and when could I come in for an MRI of my carotids to check the ultrasound result? "Well," I said lamely, "I'm free on Tuesday . . ."

The postponement is not entirely to be cursed. Obviously I want to get the whole thing over with as quickly as possible, because the anticipation is not entirely a joyride. But I'd been irritated that I wasn't going to have a couple of non-medical items sorted out by Tuesday, so having an extra few days on those is handy.

On the way home from the hospital we went to a yard sale and I picked up a near-new portable DVD player for $25. I'd been thinking one of these might be jolly to take to hospital for after the op should I not feel up to reading or writing, but had been blenching at the price of them. Twenty-five bucks I can afford, though, without too many conscience qualms.
 

Comments

[lilithsaintcrow.livejournal.com]

And well they should be. But really, it beats staying at home, greasing oneself with Crisco, and watching reruns of the Cosby Show.

Anything's better than THAT.

[realthog.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't know.

[quietselkie.livejournal.com]

Jeeeeez, Lilith. Just add some Cheetos in there, willya?

[lilithsaintcrow.livejournal.com]

What, to turn one's knickers orange?

Let's leave your little fantasies out of this, ducks. *wink*

[quietselkie.livejournal.com]

*cue dramatic gasp*

YOU SWORE YOU WOULD NEVER TELL!

[lilithsaintcrow.livejournal.com]

"I know, honeychile. But sometimes, I lie. My momma she beat me for it, but my daddy, he done give up."

At least I never tell anyone about your linen napkin fetish.

*gasps*

Whoops.

[realthog.livejournal.com]

So it's not just the silverware you have to count after she's been visiting?

[lilithsaintcrow.livejournal.com]

OR the rubber chickens. I tell you, she's death on THOSE.

[realthog.livejournal.com]

Isn't everyone?

[lilithsaintcrow.livejournal.com]

Yes. But some are more deathly than others.

*cheers, pumps fist*

[quietselkie.livejournal.com]

Gloves off, then? Shall I tell about the Bavarian Farmer's Schnitzel???

[lilithsaintcrow.livejournal.com]

Hee. Every time I hear the word "schnitzel" I flash back to What's-her-face in Blazing Saddles.

I'm tahred!

[realthog.livejournal.com]

Look, dammit, if the first words I say on coming out from under the anaesthetics are "orange knickers" I'm going to tell a wrathful Pam it's all the fault of you two!

[quietselkie.livejournal.com]

ZOMG, there's totally a Tori Amos song called "The Power of Orange Knickers." You can blame it on that instead.

Besides, Pam's looking, isn't she?

[lilithsaintcrow.livejournal.com]

*snickers*

[quietselkie.livejournal.com]

Those horrible Valley Girl moments just ambush me and I can't help it. Poor Thog, having to put up with us.

[lilithsaintcrow.livejournal.com]

Poor Thog.

*snickers again*

[realthog.livejournal.com]

"*snickers*"

Orange snickers?

[lilithsaintcrow.livejournal.com]

They're powerful, man. Totally.