I just love ambushing my ortho guy. I got to the clinic about 4 minutes before he did and told him "This is an ambush" He laughed and when we went into the clinic itself, he was accosted by one of the clerks who asked him to see this guy who waiting there before his official start time of 1000. Fair enough, Official ambushes take preference over private ones. There were 2 other women already waiting and 1 of them asked why *he* was going in now and Cahalit(the clerk) told her that it was an emergency, and checked the list. She implied that I wasn't on it all. I just smirked. After *he* came out, lady big mouth #1 went in and I chatted with Lady Big Mouth #2 who was going to be late for work. When #1 came out I told #2 to go in even though the doc called me. I then noticed that not only was I on the list, I was #2 on it!!
We discussed the toe situation and he wanted an X ray. Ok, fun and games as I can't get to the X ray place my clinic uses. Lots of stairs and not so much as a hand rail. That means I have to go to a different clinic that does X rays for the local emergency room. Paperwork and time. Got the X Ray and headed back to my clinic. We had previously discussed chopping off my big toe and/or cutting the tendons to my hammer toes. My left foot is useless in any event, and there has been no improvement in the toes, so it's not like cutting the tendons will make any difference. The doc filled out a hospital approval form for the surgery and gave me a list of tests including blood tests. I referred him to my recent blood test and he said fine, also that I have to talk with the anesthesiologist and get a chest X Ray. Ok. I did mention that I'd prefer if he did it with a local as I like to supervise. His reply was to the effect that that's exactly why he wants me out like a light. At this point I'm not sure what we are cutting, the toe or tendons. The toe pretty much requires a sledge hammer to put me out.........I guess maybe I'll ask him next week when we set the date. With any luck, he'll do it all.
Last night my brand new digibox went wacko and I called the cable company. They promised to send a supervisor to check it out between 1300 and 1500. He came and changed the box which promptly went haywire. Called in again and he came and changed the new one. Seems they made some improvements that really aren't. The box before the box before this one lasted 36 hours. The one before this one lasted 36 minutes. I wonder how long this one will last.
My crutch broke last week, luckily, not while in use and the pharmacy said they'd order one for me and it would be in Tues or Weds. I went in today and they said next week. I told them not to bother, I'd take care of it myself. After all the to do with cable I called a crip supply house in Tel Aviv and ordered crutches. Bet they'll be here by Sunday. I really should have done that last week when it broke.
I'm having a hard time wiping the grin off my face.
1) Toes will be sorted
2)crutches are ordered
3) after trying for 2 months to get the clock on the big TV set to proper date and time, I
got it done last night.
4) I'm just chuffed in general
Gin and Tonic, anyone?
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