Everything is a GO they say. Until it isn't. Now I'm GONE - back home with no repair yet but with a giant cast on my arm big enough to plaster an entire wall.
Just as I thought they were coming to get me for surgery they tell me there's an OR emergency and we can't do it today. How about Tuesday? But the good news is you can go home with the monster cast and have the operation done as an outpatient freak'n 4 days later. WTF. When I asked yesterday if i could go home after 8 hours in the ER they told me all kinds of reasons why not. Today it's YES YOU CAN. Anybody thinking it was about a night of medicare payment? I had a nice rest anyway and met some wonderful hospital workers who treated me royally. And a few nifty docs too. But of course they didn't let me get at any of that joyous hospital food in prep for my phantom surgery.
There goes all sorts of plans including most likely the SOS march in DC though I will still hold out some hope when I go see a hand specialist Monday AM who I may opt to use to do the surgery - he's associated with the hospital my wife used to work at.
Speaking of which - she dropped off the Percestat prescription, made me a sandwich and ran off to play majohng which was supposed to be played at my house with 8 women but got moved due to my accident. "I'll pick it up on the way home after the game," she said as I lay writhing in agony. "You have to pay some penalty for being such a dumb cluck."
Who needs Percestat when you can gulp half a jar of Advil?
Well, I think I need tooooo taaaaake a nappppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp......
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