spent with a VERY impatient
yesterday morning at 8:30 am for his 9:15 am
we arrived at 8:15 am.
john hasn't been having any problems or anything.
this was just a routine test that he needed to have...
a baseline test if you will.
(now, before i go any further, i'm just going to say it:
i have found that men are the most pitiful beings
when it comes to medical issues!!!)
wednesday, john came home and immediately started
his pre-test regime of laxatives and fluids.
within thirty minutes of drinking his first drink of gatorade,
he looked and acted like he'd come down with the flu...
and not just any flu...
like the bird flu!!!
i would have felt very sorry for him
had i not myself already had three of these tests
in the past.
there he sat in the chair-and-a-half
covered up from nose to toe
well, that went on all night...
so, when yesterday morning finally arrived,
i swear he looked like death.
but there was NOTHING the matter with him!!!
back to the hospital...
as i said we arrived a little early,
but they took john back soon after we sat down in the waiting area.
about 30-45 minutes later, the same nurse that took him back to day surgery reappeared and said my name. i looked up and smiled at her. she said that i could come on back as he was ready.
wow, i thought, this is the fastest methodist hospital has ever done anything that i can remember!!!
john had told me that the test itself would only take about 15 minutes but still...
well, i walked in to the room to which she directed me expecting to find my groggy, pitiful husband. instead, i found an alert, pitiful husband awaiting his turn.
it was a little after 9 am. i sat and we talked a little and listened to the nurses gossip outside his opened door. then he turned on the tv, and i started working a puzzle.
"dani, what time is it???" john asked.
"twenty-one minutes after nine," i answered.
"THEY'RE LATE," he quipped.
"john, only six minutes..." i said.
one can only imagine how irritated he was when 10 am rolled around and he still hadn't been taken back for his test (irritated like saying that the doctor was going to owe john for john's time irritated)
john hasn't ever been sick, he doesn't have a family doctor (he's never needed one), and he's never been at anyone else's mercy; so, he was just getting a taste of what the rest of us have come to expect; right!!!
i walked into the hall. all three nurses looked at me and almost in unison inquired if they, respectively, could help me.
i asked when he would be taken for his test.
one of the nurses grabbed his chart and said,
"his test is scheduled to begin at 10:30..."
before she could get out that it would be about another 30 minutes,
john hollers, "my test was supposed to be at 9:15, 9:15;
this is bs (only he didn't say bs;)!!!"
i grinned and shrugged as the nurse whispered to me that scheduling must have bumped him and failed to let him know.
my guy was NOT a happy camper
after the procedure (drugs) and all was declared to be ok!!!
i guess it was all just too much for him.
(i KNOW it was too much for me, tee-hee!!!)
my poor john has been on edge and cursed more in the last 6 days than in the last 6 years combined!!!
it's good to have back MY good ol' guy:D
love and blessings,