I just got back from a consultation with the doc about my wisdom teeth. That was fun. First of all I arrive in the office to see a girl being taken to the hospital because she passed out and started having a seizure during her consultation, nothing quite like that to relax you huh?
Then there was the price, the consultation, and just the consultation, cost over 100 dollars for him to look at the x-rays, look at my teeth and basically say: "Yup, you need the opperation." That was it.
Now, I have to go to the doctor and the anesthesiast to have another couple of consultations because of this damn malignant hypothermia thing. I get into the office and he looks at that written on my chart, looks up and says; "Really? Malignant hypothermia? Never actually met someone who had that before."
Whee, don't I feel honoured, and they don't even know if I really even have the damn thing!! See, malignant hypothermia means that if they try to knock you out for any reason your heart stops. Not shitting you, happened to my little sis when she was three or something, scared the shit out of everyone because she was legally dead for a few minutes (though that might explain a few things) Now, since beej had it, they have to be careful of all of us, but especially me. Something about since I'm a girl it's much more likely that I have it as well.
Do you know what the test is to actualy confirm this damn thing is? They have to take a strip of muscle abot 10 inches long out of my thigh. Or a bone marrow tap. Can we say ow? I also get a medicalert bracelet or neclace to wear for the rest of my life, what fun.
Then, just as icing on the cake, because of my kidney problems there are a whole slew of possible complications that I have to watch for. The only upside to all this is Vicodin. I fully understand why you need a perscription for that shit. It's not really a pain killer per say. You're still in pain, you just don't give a shit, very good if you're depressed too.
ugh, can't wait till all this is bloody well over.
Meru at 11:01 AM