Friday, September 12, 2014
Having fun with the Nurses
Subhub wrote a post today about changing docs and shared thoughts with revealing to the doc he lives in a WLM. What struck me coincidentally were several conversations Katie and I had with nurses and administration as we took care of the required pre-op required ‘stuff’ the day before my own procedure. We met with the PA for a few minutes – well that was a waste of time. He sent us on to a surgical center where we met with a woman to go over basic info and to collect $$. After that the nurse came, then the phlebotomist to draw blood, the ECG tech, and finally to radiology for a chest X-ray.
In the hour we were there we had fun. When it came time to pay our bill we were asked if we wanted to pay it all or only a portion. I referred her to Katie (who came in with me). Katie decided on paying a third now and setting up a payment schedule for the remaining balance. Later amidst a hundred questions, the nurse asked me, “Do you feel safe?” I smiled and said, “As long as I keep her happy.” We all laughed. Later the phlebotomist said that after my surgery I was to do nothing: no dishes, no vacuuming, and no cooking. No nothing. I thought it was interesting she mentioned those specific chores and not, something like mowing the grass, working on the car, etc. I asked her if she ever heard of the expression, “falling onto deaf ears” because Katie was never going to allow that. Later with the nurse Katie commented that I've lost weight because ‘he’s the one that does all the cooking and now that he isn't, he’s not eating well.” Yesterday I took a phone call to set up the pre-op schedule we completed today. The woman other end asked about payment and I told her if I could defer giving an answer now because my wife needs to make the decision on that. She told me that would be fine we moved on to other topics.
We enjoyed ourselves as one person after the other came and did what the doc had ordered. Our responses to some of the questions and some of the discussions we had were lighthearted and yet, those were the first words out of our mouths. Katie and I have become comfortable letting others know that she is the decision maker. I've spoken to my mother several times in the past few weeks since my back became a real problem. She has mentioned numerous times about how Katie must be suffering with me being out of commission. She knows that I idolize her and serve her in various ways. I am indeed married to a Mistress. She is the head of our home and the fact that she is has become a natural extension of who we are and how we interact.