Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Down for the Count

Vern had his nephrostomy tube removed today. It was painful for him and horrible to watch.

This, unfortunately, is what happened to him.

Family and friends pretty much know that all you have to do is say the word "blood" to Vern, and he starts to turn pale and get a little queasy.

I, on the other hand, have a stomach of steel and am pretty familiar with medical procedures. I also find entertainment in blood and gore.

However, this was me today.

It was quite the scene. Both of us on the floor with our head between our (own) knees at the doctor's office. I think the doctor freaked a little and had to hand it over to a nurse.

They are giving Vern until April 10 to recover and then we are starting the process all over again. I think we are going to go to a different hospital out of town because the doctor doesn't feel that the local hospital that is covered by our insurance has the staff and equipment to handle this medical issue.

I can't say I'm a fan of the doctor's bedside manner. Unless you like your doctor to throw a wet towel at you and run screaming down the hall like a little girl looking for a nurse. Then I have the perfect doctor for you.

1 Comment:

Michelle said...

I'm not laughing at you, really. I'm laughing *with* you. :) I "Tagged" you on my blog. Blame Cyndi.