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hoveringsombreroI had my follow-up appointment with the surgeon on Monday.
I was pretty nervous about it because I had been unable to get a straight answer from either them or Clark County as to whether there was going to be any copay for the visit. So I showed up sorta expecting to get turned away.
Josh took me there as it was scheduled nicely to give him time to drop me off before work. I signed in, waited a bit, then went up and asked them about it, and they went to figure that out. Josh waited around a bit in his car outside in case there was a copay that we could afford.
I started to get even more nervous as Josh really had to leave soon in order to get to work, and finally the nurse came back and told me there was no copay that it was included in the surgery. So I opened the door, gave Josh a thumbs up and waved him goodbye. The exact moment I turned back into the office they were calling me in already!
Chocolate brown out front, tan back in the exam area, very nice, it's very calming. But kinda weird decorations.
Oooh crazy glass face! It's doesn't even have a bottom or a back, it's just sat in front of that terribly wrong clock. I don't even.
I barely had time to snoop through the cupboards before Dr. Kwiatkowski came back. He made with the hello, how are you feeling sort of niceniceys, and then told me a bit more about how much more awfulbad the tonsils looked once he got in there up close. Told me the results of the tests they'd run on the horrible things before they were destroyed. And they confirmed that I'd been a carrier, there was strep living inside them.
We (all the doctors that have ever treated me for this) were already certain that was the case, but it still creeped me out a whole lot more than I was expecting and made me very glad that those awful things are no longer part of my body.
He then took a look, said I have quite a bit more healing to do but it looks good and I'm on schedule for my age and well past the worst of it. Said that I may go ahead and do or eat anything I wish. But that while scratchy/spicy things won't actually hurt me, they will still hurt, so it would probably be pretty stupid to try any of that yet. "But go right ahead if you find yourself missing the pain" said he. Heh.
I practically skipped out of the office, I was so happy at being seen without any issue and to learn that I'm progressing well. I called the father and told him the good news, the father was impressed at how almostnormal my speaking voice is now. And then I went off to what I assumed was going to be one of the only two buses that I would be riding that day.
Got on the first bus, happily texted many people the good news, got off, transferred to the second bus. Happily rode that one. And about every 5 minutes I'd think "Wow! I don't have tonsils!" As something about being back inside the surgeon's office really made it hit home again.
When I was about two stops away from my last stop my brain started going through the order in which I would be doing things the rest of the way home and I added stop and check the mail to the list when it suddenly hit me. I DID NOT BRING MY KEYS!
I texted Josh hoping he would tell me he forgot to lock the door, which he did not, I got off the bus and walked toward CVS (where I was going to be filling a script from the surgeon) mutttering "fuckfuckfuckfuck" most of the way and trying to decide what to do.
Josh could not leave work long enough to come let me into the house, I had been RIGHT NEAR HIS WORK on the way home from the surgeons, AHH!
Well, I was feeling pretty good and happy about being out, and I had a whole day bus pass, so I decided to just go get my prescription and bus back over to Joshwork and fetch his housekey and bus back home. I got into CVS, went to the drop off window, the girl entered it all and then looked up at me sorta nervously and said "I'm really sorry to tell you this, but we're really understaffed today and way behind, so this is actually going to take an hour or two." I told her that was perfectly alright, I had to bus my stupid ass back over to the eastside to get my roommate's housekey anyway cause I went and forgot mine. So just do it when they can, and I'll go fetch the key and just stop by on my way back home.
Poor lady was so relieved, CVS (at least here) has a pretty stellar reputation for superfast prescription filling, and she'd probably been getting yelled at all day for the wait time.
So BACK TO THE BUS WITH ERIS!
Weirdly I have yet to be actually hungry since surgery. I can only tell that I need to eat by noticing how long it's been, or I get dizzy, or I start getting weird stabby feelings in the stomach. So on the second bus back, stomach starts going stabby, and I'm thinking "What the fuck can I get easily while out that I can actually eat?!" And I start going down what I know of fast food menus in my head cause I know there's a bunch around Josh's work. And I think that Jack in the Box egg rolls sound pretty good and I bet I could eat them. so I text Josh and ask him where the closest Jack is to his work and he tells me RIGHT NEXT TO WHERE I WILL BE GETTING OFF THE BUS.
So that was quite lucky. I get off the bus and walk my butt over into Jack in the box, and acquire me some eggy rolls and a small sody.
And let me tell you, that was THE MOST AMAZING AND HEAVENLY THING THAT I HAVE EATEN SINCE SURGERY OMG. I am pretty certain that Jack in the Box eggrolls will never be as amazingly delicious as they were right then.
And then I quietly waited there for Josh's lunch break, at which time he brought me his housekey and drove me up to Tropicana so that I only had to take the one bus back. I happily took that one bus back, went back to CVS, it'd been like 3 hours so my script was totally ready. Got that, went next door to Albertson's and got some spinach dip and sourdough bread and walked my half mile to home.
Remember that I'd been basically in bed for two weeks prior to this, so I was incredibly shocked to not be exhausted when I got home. I slept amazingly well last night, and even took another walk today. I am a bit more tired today but still not quite to the badtireds. This is pretty significant and I hope it is indicative of how things will be from now on.
And that was my Monday.
I was pretty nervous about it because I had been unable to get a straight answer from either them or Clark County as to whether there was going to be any copay for the visit. So I showed up sorta expecting to get turned away.
Josh took me there as it was scheduled nicely to give him time to drop me off before work. I signed in, waited a bit, then went up and asked them about it, and they went to figure that out. Josh waited around a bit in his car outside in case there was a copay that we could afford.
I started to get even more nervous as Josh really had to leave soon in order to get to work, and finally the nurse came back and told me there was no copay that it was included in the surgery. So I opened the door, gave Josh a thumbs up and waved him goodbye. The exact moment I turned back into the office they were calling me in already!
Chocolate brown out front, tan back in the exam area, very nice, it's very calming. But kinda weird decorations.
Oooh crazy glass face! It's doesn't even have a bottom or a back, it's just sat in front of that terribly wrong clock. I don't even.
I barely had time to snoop through the cupboards before Dr. Kwiatkowski came back. He made with the hello, how are you feeling sort of niceniceys, and then told me a bit more about how much more awfulbad the tonsils looked once he got in there up close. Told me the results of the tests they'd run on the horrible things before they were destroyed. And they confirmed that I'd been a carrier, there was strep living inside them.
We (all the doctors that have ever treated me for this) were already certain that was the case, but it still creeped me out a whole lot more than I was expecting and made me very glad that those awful things are no longer part of my body.
He then took a look, said I have quite a bit more healing to do but it looks good and I'm on schedule for my age and well past the worst of it. Said that I may go ahead and do or eat anything I wish. But that while scratchy/spicy things won't actually hurt me, they will still hurt, so it would probably be pretty stupid to try any of that yet. "But go right ahead if you find yourself missing the pain" said he. Heh.
I practically skipped out of the office, I was so happy at being seen without any issue and to learn that I'm progressing well. I called the father and told him the good news, the father was impressed at how almostnormal my speaking voice is now. And then I went off to what I assumed was going to be one of the only two buses that I would be riding that day.
Got on the first bus, happily texted many people the good news, got off, transferred to the second bus. Happily rode that one. And about every 5 minutes I'd think "Wow! I don't have tonsils!" As something about being back inside the surgeon's office really made it hit home again.
When I was about two stops away from my last stop my brain started going through the order in which I would be doing things the rest of the way home and I added stop and check the mail to the list when it suddenly hit me. I DID NOT BRING MY KEYS!
I texted Josh hoping he would tell me he forgot to lock the door, which he did not, I got off the bus and walked toward CVS (where I was going to be filling a script from the surgeon) mutttering "fuckfuckfuckfuck" most of the way and trying to decide what to do.
Josh could not leave work long enough to come let me into the house, I had been RIGHT NEAR HIS WORK on the way home from the surgeons, AHH!
Well, I was feeling pretty good and happy about being out, and I had a whole day bus pass, so I decided to just go get my prescription and bus back over to Joshwork and fetch his housekey and bus back home. I got into CVS, went to the drop off window, the girl entered it all and then looked up at me sorta nervously and said "I'm really sorry to tell you this, but we're really understaffed today and way behind, so this is actually going to take an hour or two." I told her that was perfectly alright, I had to bus my stupid ass back over to the eastside to get my roommate's housekey anyway cause I went and forgot mine. So just do it when they can, and I'll go fetch the key and just stop by on my way back home.
Poor lady was so relieved, CVS (at least here) has a pretty stellar reputation for superfast prescription filling, and she'd probably been getting yelled at all day for the wait time.
So BACK TO THE BUS WITH ERIS!
Weirdly I have yet to be actually hungry since surgery. I can only tell that I need to eat by noticing how long it's been, or I get dizzy, or I start getting weird stabby feelings in the stomach. So on the second bus back, stomach starts going stabby, and I'm thinking "What the fuck can I get easily while out that I can actually eat?!" And I start going down what I know of fast food menus in my head cause I know there's a bunch around Josh's work. And I think that Jack in the Box egg rolls sound pretty good and I bet I could eat them. so I text Josh and ask him where the closest Jack is to his work and he tells me RIGHT NEXT TO WHERE I WILL BE GETTING OFF THE BUS.
So that was quite lucky. I get off the bus and walk my butt over into Jack in the box, and acquire me some eggy rolls and a small sody.
And let me tell you, that was THE MOST AMAZING AND HEAVENLY THING THAT I HAVE EATEN SINCE SURGERY OMG. I am pretty certain that Jack in the Box eggrolls will never be as amazingly delicious as they were right then.
And then I quietly waited there for Josh's lunch break, at which time he brought me his housekey and drove me up to Tropicana so that I only had to take the one bus back. I happily took that one bus back, went back to CVS, it'd been like 3 hours so my script was totally ready. Got that, went next door to Albertson's and got some spinach dip and sourdough bread and walked my half mile to home.
Remember that I'd been basically in bed for two weeks prior to this, so I was incredibly shocked to not be exhausted when I got home. I slept amazingly well last night, and even took another walk today. I am a bit more tired today but still not quite to the badtireds. This is pretty significant and I hope it is indicative of how things will be from now on.
And that was my Monday.
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Date: 2010-03-31 10:31 am (UTC)wtf they serve egg rolls at jack in the box? LOL
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Date: 2010-03-31 11:25 am (UTC)Yeah, they have for quite a while, they also serve horrifying greasy flat taco things which I have no idea how anyone eats. But the egg rolls are pretty fantastic for a burger joint.
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Date: 2010-04-01 12:42 am (UTC)