Slobstyle

So after all of the bullshit that I indicated above, more has transpired. With Surgery scheduled for tomorrow, I had a lot of messages and phone calls to make to get registered, insurance taken care of and provide a complete medical history. As I’m going through this process, I get a message yesterday indicating I need to get imaging done, something the surgeon hadn’t mentioned.

So I call the number in the message and ask what imaging and they said it was a Nuclear Medicine scan. I asked if it was a pre-surgery procedure for my gall bladder and the person on the phone indicated it was.

So they squeeze me in last minute today around noon and I go in for what turns out to be a gall bladder function test. This consists of me being strapped to a table, immobilized and still for 2 hours while they inject me with something that makes my gall bladder squeeze…the result is painful cramping and nausea. The test was horrid to say the least, but I sucked it up and did it. As I was preparing to leave, the lab tech tells me they will get the results over to my doctor…not the surgeon, the GI doctor.

It dawns on me now that this has nothing to do with my surgery, but rather my GI doc who is apparently lost and brainless scheduled me for a gall bladder test, not even bothering to check with the surgeon he referred me to. A completely useless test and unnecessary ordeal.

I call his office to find out what the fuck was up and he was just as lost as ever, as he attempts to bumble through my condition, what has been done, etc. I lay into him about his disorganized office, my horrific experience, etc. and while we are talking he gets another call from a doctor who paged him. He doesn’t call me back afterwards.

So at this point I’m roughly 12 hours from having my gall bladder out and if not for the excellent experience with the surgeon thus far, I would be backing out.