May 3, 2013
The big hairdo nurse
pinched into stiff maroon scrubs was acting very motherly. The only thing
missing was her waggling index finger warning to ground me! She made me promise
to read the eight page instructions several times before I arrived for surgery
on the 13th, quizzed me about my operation and arrival times, pressed
so firmly when jotting the note reminding me to “wear loose pants!!!,” the
words nearly broke through the paper.
Her firm grim lips mimicked Kathy Bates as she whispered as if it were a secret
that surgeries are dangerous business and things can go wrong. Really???
My surgeon was his
usual efficient self, answering my bajillion questions with grace and
compassion. He is boy-next-door youthful scrub-faced Opie-act-a-like and will
be until the day he dies. Hard to tell his age with that baby face and slender
frame. Doc rewarded me with a handicap
parking permit until November which was a complete surprise. I don’t wanna be
the weak and vulnerable, I want to be like the Wild Woman from Borneo who strikes fear in the lives of bullies and
bandits.
Pre-op is certainly
a far cry from the preparations for surgery in Registro, Brasil! The thin,
pretty primary care doc shot off questions like she was being timed and set me
scurrying down to the lab for Hemoglobin tests, EKG (for a woman of “my age”)
weighed-in twice, blood pressure taken two times as well, loads of repetitive forms
and no one speaking Portuguese. Up the elevator, down to the lower level, back
to the primary care physician who is insisting I get a colonoscopy and pap,
mammogram, etc set up for the future. Thought by now they would have come up
with a more flavorful easy to swallow without gagging fluid for the colonoscopy
in the last few years but no such luck!
I should go into the
returning potential renter call business. It is incredible the number of
property management companies and individuals I phoned and never got a call
back! They must need help and I need the work. Oh boy. The ones that did answer
my distress signal ran through the benefits and features as though they were
late for a hot lunch date. Most of what I am seeing out there and available now
are for July! Geez, why do I always feel as though I missed the Express bus by
two minutes and the next one isn’t coming until after the dinner hour?
Looking at a few
pads tonight with the hopes of securing something solid. Found a great place yesterday
in West St Paul.
The area is extremely quaint and the house nearly perfect though a lot of TLC
required in the kitchen and bathroom. Great back yard and quiet neighborhood
(the three times I visited the duplex in various hours of the day.) Decided, in
the end, it would be more time on the freeways than I care to spend day-to-day
(when I am able to use the clutch foot!) It is discouraging yet I do not want
the hassle of being stuck in traffic with my stomach rumbling from hunger and
cranky drivers around me. May lead to uncontrollable vehicular assault.
One more overnight,
taking advantage of my supportive friend who will go along to check out the
properties with me tonight. Who doesn’t love to house shop if you are not the
one having to move?
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