Hello Kitty says to Kiss Her Ass This morning I spent a few hours doing pre-surgery stuff. Gary and I met the surgeon, a Dr. Dudley Hudspeth (try saying that 5 times fast) who explained the procedure and the pictures we were looking at. Then I went down the hall and had blood drawn and a urine test (but I didn't study!). Then we went back the other way to pre-op teaching, where I registered with the hospital, spoke at length with a surgical nurse who explained Zen and the art of Having Surgery, made me fill out a bunch of paperwork, made me sign a bunch of other paperwork, and gave me the schedule of how things should go. Then I had another blood draw, this time for blood typing and cross checking, and an EKG. I still have to get another chest x-ray, but I'm doing that tomorrow. Then I have to be at hospital by 5:30 am for pre-op and my surgery is supposedly at 7:30 am. Is this Dudley bloke even going to be awake? Then I stay at hospital for 23 hours after I wake up. This is in accordance with the insurance company. Sigh. I didn't quit the job. I called Deidra this morning and told her that yes, my surgery was Friday, then I explained to her the whole procedure. She didn't realize what it all entailed, and so she relented and is now being more cooperative. Gary went to work as well this afternoon. He'll probably have to work late as me tonight, but he's planning on picking up Nick and Willy's on the way home. Maybe we can finish watching "Farenheit 9/11" so I can continue my streak of indignation, righteous or not. Who cares? I have to wear my blood-type bracelet through my hospital stay. I put a Hello Kitty sticker on it. Her pose makes it look like she's saying, "Kiss My Ass!" Oh yes, this surgery. Mediastanoscopy, I think it's called. Whatever. Biopsy. I have Lymphoma or I have Sarcoidosis, a vague catch-all term for body cells going "Holy Shit!" and granulating. This, according to the American Lung Association website, has higher prevalence in these groups: African Americans (not me), Danes and Swedes (not me again) and very fair skinned people (well, yes, that's me). Basically, it has no demographic and is really kind of wonky. Most of the time it affects lymph nodes and/or lungs, but apparently can affect any organ, including skin. That's weird. I like the idea of body cells saying "Holy Shit!". I think it would be neat if animated. Voiced by Robin Williams.
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