So.
I saw two surgeons in the hospital. #1 couldn't do the job, really, so they had to call in #2.
#2 is amazeballs. #1... I am stunned this motherfucker has time to do surgery at all with all the time his dumb ass must spend in malpractice court, holy shit.
His first OMG WTF was, the day after surgery, just, you know, fucking off entirely without leaving any notes for anyone for a long weekend incommunicado. Because of this, I was not even permitted a glass of water for three fucking days. (When he got back, 'sure she could have had fluids... why do you ask? Oh, I didn't leave any instructions for anything but the blood tests four times daily, oops!' <murder gleam>)
His second OMG WTF, well, I was on call for a room for surgery with #2. #2's team prepped the room, had me an inch from getting put under... and #1 snakes the room -- the last one that will be made available for the day, that #2's team prepped and was occupying -- for himself and his team, for a non-emergency. (#2 took a while to come see me about this because apparently he was screaming his damned head off about how fucked up this was to someone in charge of... some kind of things, I gather. Have I mentioned that I seriously fucking approve of #2?)
And today, we come to the third OMG WTF. #1 put a stent in a duct and was tracking the infection in an organ. #2 replaced the duct completely and removed the organ in its entirety, all of which was laid out in the notes in language even I could understand. #1's team never stopped bothering the shit out of me at all hours of the day and night throughout my stay in the hospital, they were made well aware of this.
#2 removed the staples a few days ago and cleared me for continued survival without further complications and a few blurry pinhole camera photos of lumpy things that he later removed from my innards. This renders all of #1's contributions -- which were essential early on -- gone, in full.
#1 still wanted me to come in Thursday, and was asking me to get thousands of dollars in tests done beforehand.
My folks insisted 'that's just what you do when the doctor tells you to'.
To which I said: Fuck and no. There is no need for this other than wasting our time and money. I spent the better part of today being screamed at loudly for this by my family until my husband had to tell them to grow the hell up and fuck themselves.
So we call the office to cancel.
Then we found out exactly what it was we were cancelling: surgery to check on the status of an organ I no longer have and to remove stents from a duct that was rebuilt from scratch with the stents removed by #2, who explicitly stated as much in all of the notes and to #1's team of minions.
Holy motherfucking shit, #1. Seriously. How do you not have a fucking cot in the lobby of civil court with this level of unprofessional incompetence?!
They only bothered to look at the notes from surgeon #2 when I called to cancel what they simply referred to as 'an appointment'. Not, you know, surgery that will require at least one or two nights in the hospital.
Holy motherfucking shit, what in the actual hell is wrong with people? <rubs face endlessly>
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