Today was the day I had to go to the Mother Ship for a hi-res CT, an echocardiogram, an ABG and a six minute walk. I got up by 7 and, after shooting myself in the leg, I was showered, dressed and on my way by 9:34.
Had to stop for gas and then got back on the road.
I knew I needed to be a few minutes early so I could register. The process has changed drastically since I was there last. I said to the woman who met me at the information desk that it had changed. “Yes, ma’am.” “Is it better?” “No, ma’am.” I tend to agree with her. I can only hope it’s a work in progress.
The girl who was supposed to be registering me was all bent out of shape about a doctor’s order (not mine). I understood. Been there, done that, but didn’t leave the person waiting to count the minutes until time for the appointment.
Making it to Imaging, I was told to have a seat and I’d be called when it was my turn. After an hour, I was called — back to the desk. The woman explained that they were behind and I should go to Pulmonary and have my ABG and six minute walk and then come back.
I proceeded to Pulmonary. It turned out to be just a different place to wait. I sat and sat and sat and watched people play with their phones. Eons later, I was called back and the blood was extracted then the man took my blood pressure and O2 sat. The former was 100/52 and the latter went between 97-98% several times.
Halfway through the six minute walk, he checked my O2 sat and looked positively scared. It had dropped to the 70s and then rebounded to the low 80s. He put me on oxygen for the next half.
I went back to Imaging and took a seat. FINALLY, a man came and called me. I had to hold extremely uncomfortable positions while my innards were photographed and then I was sent out.
I’d used the two sets of paper (killing trees) so I had to go back to Registration to get another set for the echo.
Sitting down, I waited again. Presently I was called back and, once again, I was tortured for quite a long time.
Once I’d wiped away all the gel and dressed, I had my parking ticket validated and went to the car.
It must’ve been shift change somewhere because cars were backed up for forever. A nice person waited for me to get out and I got in the never-ending line. I got to the exit where men were helping people with their tickets. (I wonder if the new way of doing things will ever work on its own?) The machine ate mine and the arm lifted. I was sprung.
There was no way I was going to stop at ALDI. I had been through the ringer and back out again. I went on to Walmart, got the few things I needed and came on home. When I got unloaded, it was almost 5 o’clock.
When I checked my email, I found this message from Google Voice.
mr archer this is dr angela ds office just confirming with you that you are using to liters of oxygen when you’re up walking around it looks like according to your chart you are so we were just wanting to confirm that and if you’re not doing so that you do need to use two liters of oxygen thanks
Well, Mr. Archer has it but doesn’t use it. It’s miserable and I hate it.
The Democratic Town Hall is tonight and I’m getting close to the time it starts so I’m going to close this down and go to cnn.com.