love the wonderful comments and suggestions, thank you so much
you make me laugh, you make me cry, you make me grateful
i woke up alive and that sure beats the alternative!
omitting wrinkles! wheeeeeeeeeee!
i fought hard to straighten fingers on left hand while hollering "ohhhhhh ouch ugh grrrrrr... hurry up and take the dang picture!"
the camera clicked and my fingers instantly curled back up
the worst thing about surgery is the horrific cocktail of drugs and chemicals and the lack of fair warning... such as the entire system clogs up then days later in extreme agony I lost 12 pounds... and stopped up the sewer system... ugh... my apologies to the rv park!
shhhhhhhhh... please don't tell them it was me, i had no idea this was a tragic side effect!
the ridiculous hospital discharge papers suggest sodas and junk foods which are sugars and more chemicals when they should suggest eat prunes 6 times a day... along with a gallon of juice and 2 gallons of water
if you are planning surgery, my advice to you is DON'T!!!
i am still hoarse from the tube they jammed down my throat, even though it was unnecessary, but hospital policy, oh my gosh i am so sick of hearing about policy and computer systems... and everyone has to do this...
i am so hoarse that on the phone strangers call me sir and i don't bother to correct them, but it's funny to me
what's not so funny...
the patient is of the least importance
i did this to save my hand, but everyday i wonder if i chose correctly, being that i was in extreme pain when i made the do or die decision
oh and i've learned hospital staff hate my type, i am not a sheeple and i deeply resented being treated like a soul-less, brain-less assembly part in a car factory,
i asked questions and was told to shut up and everyone has to do this or do that or it was policy...
everyone else is jumping off the bridge so we're going to push you off too...
5 minutes before surgery some official rushed in demanding i sign a plethora of papers that filled up a notebook bigger than the one i used to lug to school, i said "whoa! i need my reading spectacles, and i struggled to sit up and begin reading this huge pile of papers while the staff made constant threats "just sign it! we'll tell you what it says..." followed by a one sentence explanation summing up the current 5 page double sided document... followed by more documents in assorted colors with teensy sized fonts designed for a mouse to read... but i insisted on reading while staff stressed me out repeatedly talking in increasingly loud voices like I had suddenly gone deaf..
i said look here, i am not deaf and i can't read and think with you shouting at me!
i might as well have been talking to a stone wall as a team of staff bolted through the door ordering me to sign the papers without reading them followed by threats, and i stubbornly thinking my signature is very important to me and i want to read before signing this... or anything!
at some point when i asked to be left alone for 10 minutes of meditation so i could spiritually prepare myself and calm down, because by now they had me so over stressed that i was afraid and terrified, seemed to me a patient should enter surgery fully calm and at peace...
ha ha ha ha... i know... i must be wildly insane to cling to this belief, but i do
they acted like i requested the taj mahal be rebuilt in my honor in under a day, and voices were raised and some staff began speaking about me to my friend in the same room as if i suddenly ceased to exist
"helloooooo... i am right here listening to you and my IQ is above room temperature... please stop treating me like a deaf idiot...
but more staff barged in the door threatening me that they were going to cancel my surgery and me flailing about for a kleenex... can't read this stack of papers and cry at same time... while people shout and threaten me...
surgery was going to be earlier than scheduled because the operating room had finished up with the previous patients faster than scheduled, whether they rushed through the surgeries before me or the patient hurried up and died, i don't know, but they were not hastening my surgery because it was a good thing for the patient but because it was convenient for them and in the 16 hours i had thus far waited for surgery, after agreeing to it, they couldn't find time to bring this two pound stack of paperwork until 3 minutes before wheeling me out the door...
i am still appalled.
what ever happened to calm caring medical professionals? i am so waaaaaaaaaaay behind the times... medical decisions seem to be decided by people in tiny cubicles hiding behind computers with no medical training as a doctor, and as sheeple i am supposed to blindly go along, shut up, sign here and hand over my brain on a platter LOL
at one point when a nurse said they were operating on my right hand, i about had a heart attack, as i explained NO it's my left arm!
would i wake up with the wrong arm in bandages? had the nurse failed to notice my lumpy left wrist still swaddled in the old splint?
the door flew open
some doc i had never seen before scurried in and scribbled his initials on my left elbow then bolted out of the room...
those initials are stubbornly still on my arm like some awful homemade tattoo
well......... life is goof!
i woke up alive and it beats pushing daisies, i am lucky,
thank you for all your wonderful wishes
now pardon me while i go find my funny bone and plaster on a big smile!