Time to catch up…

… from the Holiday break. I’m still in holiday mode, but the calendar tells me it’s time to get back into the routines of “normal” life. And for us, that means… surgery tomorrow! Not that that is going to be the normal forever, but right now, it seems like it is.

So to catch up from where I left it hanging a few weeks ago… Henning was having surgery twice in one week, and then my teenage daughters were coming for a couple of weeks for the holidays.

Surgery #1 was for his fistula. We arrived a few minutes early and didn’t have a place to hang out, since the room wasn’t ready. While they got the room ready, the nurse gave us coffee. That seems to be the standard here, like you offer guests coffee when they arrive. Not in my house, I forget to even offer water or tell people where the bathroom is… but in YOUR house, I’m sure you are a very gracious host. But I digress…

We didn’t even think about it. It was 6:25am. He drank half of a cup of black coffee… and then… OH NO!!! Turns out, he was not supposed to have any fluids after 6:00am. GAH. The nurse apologized but the damage was done. In my world, when I worked in the hospital, that kind of “ooops” is grounds for some serious reprimands… I doubt it is the case here, but I kind of hope so…

His surgery was to be delayed by one hour. Not that big of a deal, I mean, since when does anything happen on time? In fact, since he wasn’t having general anesthesia, it’s not a big deal. IN FACT, in the OTHER hospital we frequent, there is no food or fluid restriction at all… so it is really just up to the individual anesthesiologist.

About 8:00am, they wheeled him down the hall. And promptly brought him back. They had gotten as far as the nurse’s station. Apparently, the anesthesiologist freaked out over the half-cup of black coffee, and wanted to wait another hour.

About 9:30am, they took him out AGAIN… and by 10:15 he was back in the room, bleeding from the needle stick, but that’s it. Apparently, there was an emergency and the anesthesiologist was called away AS HE WAS ADMINISTERING THE BLOCK TO HENNING’S SHOULDER. Yup, the needle was in, the team was ready, and the dude just left. I hope he went to go save a life, because otherwise… well… I don’t think Denmark can (apparently) afford to lose so precious of a resource, but I really hope he gets hit by a bus some day soon…

So we waited. And waited. And waited….

This is Henning, bored.
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Except for the half-cup of black coffee, Henning had had nothing to eat or drink since the night before. The nurse had no info for us, nothing. Finally, the nurse came in and said the vascular surgeon (Johnny… I can’t get over the first name usage here) was scheduled to go home at 3:00pm (Must be nice, work 8-3 AS A DOCTOR. That’s better than banker’s hours… ) so they would know by 2:45pm if Henning was having surgery or not. Nice.

As you may imagine, the answer was not. But since this is an important surgery for Henning, they rescheduled us pretty quick. Sometime in January… they’d let us know. Double nice.

 

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