It's Tuesday night and the nerves are starting to kick in just a smidge.
Two calls came in today. One was from the hospital, wanting to "pre-register" me. The other was from my GP, saying "please call us BEFORE you pre-register." Since both offices were closed by the time I got home, I don't know what in the world they want. What price popularity!!
As a follow-up to last Friday's Round 2 episode, I was told I could have the EKG re-done "first thing" Friday morning, so I showed up just before 8:00 a.m., the time the office USUALLY opens. Come to find out they don't open until 8:30 on Fridays. On top of that, the doctor who requested the repeat EKG doesn't start seeing patients until 9:30!! So much for "first thing in the morning." A little communication would have been nice -- that's two hours I'm not going to get back.
Once I finally arrived at work (just after 11:00), I'm already an hour behind, but thank goodness for helpful co-workers (that's you, Melanie). An hour later, as I'm sitting down to lunch, another call from the GP, indicating that the hospital sent them the wrong lab results. Instead of sending the labs I had done last week, they sent the results from June, when I had my appendectomy. This required a call to the hospital to get them to send the right results.
As I've said before, the one good thing about surgery this Friday is that my office is closed, so I don't lose any more time. However, I'm taking Thursday afternoon off to deal with getting my license renewed at the DMV. It expires at the end of the month and if I'm still bandaged, they may not want to take my picture. Why anyone wants to take my picture in the first place, I don't know, but i digress.....
Actually, I must share this as well ... a deacon at my church offered to stand in for the DMV picture, but warned me that I'd end up on every watch list imaginable (he's of Persian descent and very good-humored). I've learned a lot from that man over the past few years.
For those still following along, thank you. For those seeing this for the first time, again I apologize, but you don't realize how many friends you have until something like this happens and you run the risk of not telling someone you should have probably told in a little more personal fashion.
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