I Don't Want to Go Rick....
I had to get up before midnight to do my pre-surgery ritual of drinking the last cup of coffee. If you have ever experienced a caffeine withdrawal headache, you would understand.When I talked with the surgeon on Monday, he was originally going to replace both expanders, then when he examined me, he said he was just going to replace the one that leaked. Hopefully he will stick with that. I am going in at 7:30 a.m., my surgery is scheduled for 9:30 a.m.. I am going to bring my Ipod and a book just in case I have to wait 8 hours, only this time, I am not putting the stupid ted hose on until they wheel me to the waiting area, and I am keeping my underwear on.
I decided to return to Palm Springs for my follow-up care. I just feel that they are more knowledgeable there, and they know who I am. Even after 5 months, the receptionist and nurse both remembered me after only meeting me one time. The receptionist said, "Oh yeah, how did your husbands picketing go during the surgery?" I had told her he was going to hold up a sign that said "Save the Nipples!" I am not sure if that is how I want people to remember me, but she did remember! The girls in the office in Havasu saw me every other week for 4 months, and they still don't know who I am. And, I can't guarantee it, but I bet the doctor doesn't get me confused with another patient.
BTW- My hair is growing quite fast, and my eyebrows and eyelashes are filling in. Hopefully I will have enough hair soon so that my swimmers will stop calling me "Coach Russ".
*Note- the title was borrowed from an SNL skit. Hailey and Brittney say that all the time.
