Just an update for those who sent along best wishes for my surgery today.
Arrived at the hosp just after noon, at the appointed time…checked in…had blood sucked out of my arm, had electrodes stuck into various body parts, had the prerequisite meeting with the physiotherapist, then sat around in a fetching, backless hospital gown for three hours, getting a headache from not eating or drinking since 7:pm last night. Around 4ish, a harried intern came to the waiting room and told the poor sap next to me, who had already been hooked up to an IV drip, that his surgery was going to be postponed. The doctor was behind, complications with earlier surgeries, then an emerg case with some idiot who had fallen asleep at the wheel of his car and had intercourse with a telephone pole resulting in, among other things, a broken arm. Then the intern looked at me. I narrowed my eyes and looked back. I said don’t even tell me. He said yes, you too. Cancelled.
The nurse offered me orange juice. I asked if she had vodka to go in it. Apparently not.
So I have to rebook.
And the fun bonus? I had to pay $17.00 for parking.