Since the US Army made a man out of me many years ago and taught me what it was to be a responsible adult I have found it extremely difficult to deal with those who choose not to do what is expected of them, do what they say they're going to do or accept responsibility for their actions.
I'm typing this from my hospital bed after needing emergency surgery yesterday afternoon to remove a sebaceous cyst from my back which had become infected and was rapidly getting worse despite the antibiotics I was taking. I've gotten around two hours of sleep because it feels like they used an ice cream scoop to gouge out a hole in my back and the pain meds offer enough relief for a brief nap before losing effectiveness.
The cyst was supposed to be removed in July. I had already been through an initial consult with the surgeon when I showed up for the simple procedure a month and a half ago. I was told it would take 20 minutes start to finish, a little glue would patch me up and I could return to work the same day. Instead I laid in the bed of the operating room for almost two hours while the nurses paged the surgeon and called his office but received no response or explanation. Needing to return to work for a meeting I left.
So here I sit, wide awake when I should be sleeping and feeling like a junkie for asking the nurses for more pain meds every hour and a half. I've already missed a week of work and I'm told I will have to miss another because the wound will have to be packed every day for the next week to ten days. Wondering how much this is all going to cost me now when it was supposed to be minimal.
I don't understand why it appears to be so damned difficult for some people to do what they are supposed to do. It really isn't that difficult most of the time and the thoughts of how much better life would be if you could just count on people frustrates me to no end.
I apologize if this is an incoherent ramble, the nurse dumped another load of dilaudid into the line shortly after I began typing it.
I'm typing this from my hospital bed after needing emergency surgery yesterday afternoon to remove a sebaceous cyst from my back which had become infected and was rapidly getting worse despite the antibiotics I was taking. I've gotten around two hours of sleep because it feels like they used an ice cream scoop to gouge out a hole in my back and the pain meds offer enough relief for a brief nap before losing effectiveness.
The cyst was supposed to be removed in July. I had already been through an initial consult with the surgeon when I showed up for the simple procedure a month and a half ago. I was told it would take 20 minutes start to finish, a little glue would patch me up and I could return to work the same day. Instead I laid in the bed of the operating room for almost two hours while the nurses paged the surgeon and called his office but received no response or explanation. Needing to return to work for a meeting I left.
So here I sit, wide awake when I should be sleeping and feeling like a junkie for asking the nurses for more pain meds every hour and a half. I've already missed a week of work and I'm told I will have to miss another because the wound will have to be packed every day for the next week to ten days. Wondering how much this is all going to cost me now when it was supposed to be minimal.
I don't understand why it appears to be so damned difficult for some people to do what they are supposed to do. It really isn't that difficult most of the time and the thoughts of how much better life would be if you could just count on people frustrates me to no end.
I apologize if this is an incoherent ramble, the nurse dumped another load of dilaudid into the line shortly after I began typing it.
