Monday, January 30, 2012

Don't Blog Your Surgery (post op day 6)

Guesses? Oh it's a good story so do guess! More info when I have more than an iPhone.

14 comments:

  1. charge nurse found your blog, has been giving you q30min Fleets'


    ms1

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  2. Nope! It's much better than that!

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  3. Drackman sent you the adult version of a singing telegram?

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  4. Is it a good thing or a bad thing

    -SCRN

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  5. Now you are worrying me. You only have your phone? Are you in the ER? You aren't dehydrated are you?

    -SCRN

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  6. I guess that your blog violates HIPPA privacy regulations. You have been forced to sign a confidentiality agreement, and cannot reveal that you have signed it.

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  7. Andrew,
    Nice reasoning. Right in line with What's coming.

    SCRN,
    Thanks for your concern. I'm a guest at a big fancy hospital tonight. Home tomorrow fingers crossed. Story to follow.

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  8. Try to rest. Turn your phone off.
    -SCRN

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  9. You Big Puss-Eye...
    its like they taught us in Residency, never let the Surgeon see you playing with yourself, I mean,
    to get "Post Operative Nausea & Vomiting" you first have to get to the Post Operative part.
    and neery a word of thanks to the CRNA who taped your eyes shut, kept your tallywhacker out of the surgical field, and made sure you didnt sit up during the good part..
    its not her fault you didnt get the zofran, that shit ain't free Mova Effer...
    and lets see, Government Hospital, uncaring racist burocracy,
    OMG did the Man give you the Bad Blood??
    maybe we shouldn't hug one out...

    Frank

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  10. Frank I think I got two units of Manischevitz O- what do I do now????

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  11. Dammit I keep joking about things and it turns out they happened..
    its like an old Twillight Zone episode.
    Lets see..Melena Trump gave me a BJ.
    OK, I can buy the droperidol, 10 day stay for an outpatient procedure, uncaring Nurse Rachets..
    But please tell me they Dint-Int give you blood...
    Shit, at Walter Reed you had to actually beet feet to the Blood Bank, DOD-Whatever-the-Fuck-forms filled out in quadruplicate, while some Sergeant who looked like Benny from LAlaw transcribed the vital info into his olive drab US army ledger...

    Frank

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  12. Ha va na Gila and Oye-Vey! 3 litres my main mensche!

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  13. ....When we first met you didnt know how to love a man...
    then Benny had to slowwwwwww....llllll...yyyyyyy... verify each units ID# with his subordinate who looked like the pinheaded chick in "Freaks", then and only then, he'd put your blood in one of those metal trays like they have at the Mini-Mart where I buy the cigarettes I don't smoke no more. Then back down the hallway out of "Get Smart" with more secret codes and locked doors, into the OR, and...................
    then you had to verify the units with the circulator..
    There's units from 1999 I'm waitin to give..

    Frank

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  14. Frank,
    you lost me. and that's rare because we are similarly deranged. but I am severely sleep deprived. going to bed.... at home.

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