Over the past week I have had the Pre-Op meeting with the surgeon and a cardiac stress test and had some blood drawn. All the tests were over and I was ready for the surgery. On Sunday I was at my sisters Cathie’s house because she took me to the hospital at 0530 on Monday morning. On Sunday I was only allowed to drink clear liquids and at 1500 I started the bowel cleanse. By 1700 I was shitting liquid and this went on for the rest of the evening. Hey, it had to be done.
So I awake at 0400 and complete the 3 S’s (Shower, Shit and Shave) and we are on our way to the hospital at 0500. We get there right at 0530. We find our way to the registration office and I fill out all their forms and papers. From there I am escorted into a small hospital room to disrobe and get into one of those hospital gowns, get my IV put in, get shaved and fill out more paperwork. Now I’m fully prepped and ready for the OR. I get wheeled to the other side of the hospital and placed in a recovery room right outside of the OR. I meet with the Anesthesiologist and everything is a go. The surgery was scheduled for 0730 and at 0730 the surgeon shows up and promptly announces that my blood test from last week showed an elevated white blood cell count meaning I have an infection and can not be operated on.
WTF! was my reaction as was everyone else’s. Here I am laying on a hospital bed fully prepped for surgery and I’m told it’s not going to happen! The surgeon went on to explain that my white count is 20,000 wherein it should be around ten. Everyone is running around like chickens with their heads cut off so I ask why not do another blood test to verify the test from last week. It stopped everyone in their tracks. What a good idea! They take some blood and I’m left alone for about 45 minutes and everyone shows back up and tells me my white count is still too high so no surgery.
There was no apology. There was no ,”I’m sorry this happened at the last moment”. Nothing. I was told to take the blood test to my family doctor and get it taken care of. Period.
The arrogant bastard of a surgeon never bothered looking at my blood test until walking into the hospital to perform the surgery. So I have an appointment with my family doctor next Monday 1 October. I have to go to her office sometime this week to give a urine sample and then next week she’ll put me on an antibiotic.
Meantime I get to shop for a new surgeon.