If Hippocrates were alive today, his oath would look something like this:
“First, don’t screw up. Then blah blah blah medicine something…”
Thursday was the surgery to fix my (non-itchy) trigger finger. There’s not much of a coherent narrative here, but I did want to point out a few highlights for those playing along at home.
Tuesday night the hospital called to make all the arrangements. The call began oddly, with the nurse/receptionist’s first question, “Can you tell me what surgery you’re having?” Note that she called me, and apparently this question (which I would hear repeatedly before the surgery was over) was a test for me, to see if I was the right person. Once I guessed right, she proceeded to ask me the exact same 5 pages of questions I had answered when I went to the doctor’s office in the first place.
Now, honor compels me to point out my own shortcomings. I don’t always pay attention. I especially don’t pay attention when I think I know what’s what. I once started an online relationship with a lovely young lady from Greenville. It wasn’t until we got to the point of arranging to meet that I realized that she lived not in Greenville, NC (about 90 minutes away) but in Greenville, SC (about 5 hours away). That didn’t work out as well.
I bring this point up only because I went to the wrong hospital. Continue reading