CalifChick
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Joined: 10/28/2007 From: California Status: offline
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I admit that I can't remember who I told I was having surgery today; forgive me if I should have told you and didn't. It was minor "housekeeping" stuff that had to be done. I admit I'm home and fine. I admit that general anesthesia is probably the one thing in life that terrifies me and I would call it a phobia. I admit I told the gas doc that if I didn't make it thru, I would haunt him for the rest of his life. I admit he laughed, and I said "hah! you think I'm joking! I will haunt you and I will be a very mean ghost." I admit the surgeon coincidentally happened to be the same guy that removed my benign breast lump about 10 or so years ago. I admit that we laughed and joked in the prep area, and as soon as he walked away, I got a marker from the nurse and wrote him notes on my body. Things like "do a good job", "I'm your favorite patient", "follow these arrows", etc. I also wrote "love you, (name)"... because I told him that "I love you" only counts if the person saying it is standing up and lucid (and I was laying on a gurney when I wrote it). I admit I took the cap for my head and wrote "don't cut here" on the front of it. I admit the surgical nurses were laughing themselves silly, and I said "yanno, humor is a good mask for terror" and the gas doc said "I refuse to let you haunt me", which set them off into another round of giggles. I admit someone told me later the gas doc is such a serious guy that he hardly ever laughs and jokes and they saw a new side of him today. I admit in recovery my doc came in laughing and said, "YOU, my dear, are a trip." Cali
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AKA "The Undisputed Goddess of Sarcasm", "Big Bad Cali" and "Yum Bum". Advisor to the Subbie Mafia, founding member of the W.A.C. and the Judgmental Bitches Brigade, member of the Clan of the Scarlet O'Hair-a's and Team Troll
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