One day closer; that much more anxious. I could hardly sleep last night — overwrought from a challenging work day informing patient after patient of my plans and developing systems and ideas with co-workers and boss(es) to ensure their well being in my absence. Most will be referred to colleagues to counsel while I’m off, but some are opting to take a break and wait for my return. I worry about them all and feel guilty for the inconvenience and disruption I am causing them and my already overworked co-workers who must carry the extra burden while I’m out. There is so much to do before I go out, I will probably welcome the surgery and its aftermath just for the break and “rest” it affords me!
Well, this morning I also had my Vena Cava consult with Dr. P at the Center. What a breath of fresh air from some stuffy others at this site. He bounded in the room with cherubic smile, firm handshake, and funny stories, and it would be impossible not to like or feel comfortable with him.
At one point as I expressed anxiety about certain aspects related to the “gross” factor of what he was telling me, he abruptly asked me to drop the paperwork I had a death grip on, and hold my hands out to him. Obediently, I complied, thinking he was going to search for a juicy vein to prove some point about my needle phobia or something, but …
No — he took my hands in his and actually said (in his cute, Asian accent) ‘ — “Let us sing!”
Hey — at this point in time I don’t care if one of my surgeons is a bigger goofball than me — it’s just what the doctor ordered (no pun intended) and, to me, more curative than facts at this point in the game!
Just the same, the Vena Cava Filter thing sounds icky, but hey, if it decreases the chance of blood clots as well as he says, bring it on (as long as I’m under!)
April 8th, 2009 | 
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