Pre- Op hell

Ok, Yesterday was hell .. well for me at least. We went to see the Dr. she gave us the info we needed for The Wife's surgery this WEDNESDAY and then we had to do all the pre-op stuff. You already know my feelings on it. Freaks me out. As much as I am a medicine/medical buff and love knowing things... I dislike Hospitals very much.

As a child I remember being at hospitals regularly. My Grandfather has had several open heart surgeries (like 5 of them) He was so scared that one of the bypasses he had to have his chest packed with sugar because there was too much scar tissue and they could not sew him closed. This was Amazing to me, but i hate hospitals

Anyhow, I am not sure exactly what my issue with Hospitals are i also feel this way about most Dr. offices and clinics and bathrooms a lil phobic.

Okay so the Dr. tells us the complications, I ask a ton of questions and oddly I ask them of the Dr. and she always turns to my wife and answers. I asked my wife if she thought this was odd and she agreed. Back to the complications she did not mention anything too serious just said she can accidentally poke a hole in her uterus ... Oh that's it, is what I am thinking to myself... Just a hole hmm.. Uhhh wait don't we need the uterus for our child that we are trying to make hence the surgery ...YEAH!
She went on to saying the uterus will heal if she does poke it and everything should be fine. My wife is gonna get the Michael Jackson stuff (that whats the Dr called it) we all made comments and chuckled. I felt so much better after talking to her.

After our visit with the Dr. we had to go to THE HOSPITAL to do the pre-opp there.

Neither one of us ate our appointment was at 11 with the Dr. and then after we went to THE HOSPITAL at about 12ish. We signed in and WAITED and WAITED and WAITED... an hour and half later they call us ... Just to fill out paper work and have the wife do a urine and blood test. The waiting was killer for me and my wife was waiting next to me. What the hell is it gonna be like on WED when I am all alone waiting for 4 hours. I paced, I shook I rocked and paced again.. Then they called our name .. I ran so fast to the counter.

After we filled all the necessary paper they gave her a fancy plastic white ID bracelet on her wrist ... and she isn't even gonna be there for another 2 days. i though it was odd... She signed on every line possible added the date and then we were pushed off to the next area where I have to wait another 30-45 min for her to get a blood draw and urine test. I thanked Baby Jesus and his conglomerates, Moses, Allah , Buddha and the resat of the gang for my phones Facebook Capabilities. I call my mom to pass the time and then my wife send me a text from the other room. Damn , I think too bad she will be out during surgery otherwise we could chat.

Finally she walks out ....so 3 hours later we finally leave and were starved ok FAMISHED....

I hope I don't kill anyone on WEDNESDAY- as the waiting creates this impatience that makes everyone you encounter ANNOYING even after you leave the hospital.