Today is my pre op appointment. I got an appt reminder that I am meeting with the cardiac surgical team. Yowzers. Usually just says something about my cardiologist. So I am finally meeting the actual chick a dee that will be splitting me open, snipping my old valve out and sewing the new one. Hey, maybe I should double check she actually does all that or does she have one of her Grey's Anatomy interns step in since Penn is a teaching hospital? Note to self, add to questions list. In any case, I've been told a few times I will adore her, down to earth, no god complex, blah blah blah. Ok fine whatever, I've bought into this. They spend the day having baseline tests that will be used after ...to see how I am adjusting. Blood work, EKGs, X-rays. Its just an all afternoon affair b/c I imagine I will shuffle from wait room to wait room for each separate test.
Tommy Boy is coming with. We have arrangements for pick up of one kid in case we run late. Last time this doc was 2 hrs late and we didn't meet b/c she got pulled into something else. Yes, 2 hrs.
Hatching a plan to take more couture paper gown pics. Envisions this. Different poses in different waiting rooms. Clopping down the hallway like its a runway. Oh, I feel a vine video coming on.
Oh, must get a pic with Diamond Dave. Dave is the nurse/physician assistant that floats between the surgeon and cardiologist. AKA patient liaison so the docs don't get mired in the high maintenance of responding to the likes of me.
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