I got so far as naked on the gurney and waiting for several hours before the anesthesiologist came to check me out. I had been fighting a cold, and while I do not have a full-blown cold, I do have sufficient chest congestion and "wheezing" to make anesthesia, surgery and recovery very dangerous. I now need to visit my PCP to get that taken care of and go back in for the procedure in a week or two. Which is going to be a nightmare for scheduling.
Not to mention the surgery/stress-related nightmares I've been having all week. Now I get another period of anticipation.
And my fridge is fully stocked with jello, ensure, slimfast, three gallons of ice cream and such. And I've got a case of broth.
AND, oh crap, now I do have to come in to work and try to be respectable with blond hair and black roots.
Criminey.
I'll keep you posted. Off to find my primary care doctor now.
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