During my pre-op appointment on Friday the nurse asked if I had any open cuts or sores on my body and at the time I was able to say no. But now I have three blisters, one on each hand and one on my heel. I've come to the conclusion that a large gash would hurt less than blisters. Here's a thought...cold sores and blisters as counter-terrorism strategy. I'm just saying...it's an idea.
So Friday I passed all the pre-op questions and tests. I was able to snap a picture of my EKG when the nurse left the room, I don't know what it means but it looked cool. I removed some of the information that criminals like to use when stealing someone's identity but truth be told they wouldn't want my credit history. However, as I was looking at this, I couldn't help but notice that I was listed as a male...I would love to see the look on the persons face that audits medical charts. Heathyr...Caucasian male...bilateral mastectomy with implant reconstruction on...can you imagine the look on their face?
Basically all this shows is I have a heart beat and that's all they really need. It's the VA...I should be happy they even did this. My last surgery at the VA in 2007...no EKG, no chest x-ray, no blood work...I was lucky I even got anesthesia.
I'm not usually the type of person that likes to prepare for trips. I usually pack my bag 20 minutes before I walk out the door. However...I have my bag for the hospital already out and have started putting things in it. This is so unlike me...Darin even questioned why I was packing so early. I'm telling you, it's like I'm having a baby all over again but the sad part is, I wasn't even this prepared when I went into labor with Brendyn.
Given my vast experience with hospitals and the lack of sleep patients usually get a night, I knew I would need a few special items...sleep mask, slippers I can throw away when I leave and ear plugs. I found the perfect sleep mask...
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