The Occasional Joke


Nurse: Patient's name?

Centurion: Marcus Licinius Crassus

Nurse: And his date of birth?

Centurion: 115 BC.

Nurse: All right. And what is he here for?

Centurion: Cataphract surgery.


Friday, November 16, 2007

Oddly disappointing

So I spent a whole day this week, running around a huge hospital campus, getting a range of tests that my insurance company wanted (they'll regret it when they see the bill, I'm sure). They tested my heart function, my lung function, and xrayed every bone in my body (almost literally). Today, we had a brief de-brief with my doctor, and the executive summary was, "looks good."

What? An entire day of being jabbed with IVs (my forearms look like I've been assaulted by a porcupine), taking long walks down tiled corridors (a thing I've hated since elementary school), and getting nothing else useful accomplished, and they didn't even find a little dysfunction? I'm not a candidate for a triple bypass? Good news, I guess, but somehow also oddly disconcerting.

Anyway, this presumably clears the way for the big transplant thing in December. After that, we just keep an eye on things, says the doc.

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