Pulled back the flap on the medical tent
Today, I girded my loins and opened the flap in the medical tent. Sort of. There was a taxi waiting at the front door of the hotel, at the requested time. As it turned out, neither the driver nor the passengers knew where we were going, but many actions require faith. We did get to the correct hospital, on the second try.
Like many large cities, this one is under construction. Wonderful, exceept that it destroys known points of reference for a person with limited sight, and when we arrived at a familiar hospital section, I was indeed content. The actual processing was a formality; they knew I was coming, and I knew all of the importan details. Like, my name and date of birth. My reason for being there was still a minor mystery.
I had my first meeting with my new surgeon, and based on that initial interview, he flipped a coin. Rather than an implant, I would receive a trabulectomy as my awared for being present. My third. Do I get a trophy?
Perhaps I was early, perhaps their scheduling was a little roung around the edges, but I then sat in a big chair that supposedly reclined, wrapped in a heated towel abd something called a Johnny Shirt. Actually, they had built the day around four different operations (patients) blurry scheduling, allowing for unforeseen events. I didn’t care, because I was there. Got one of those fancy up the nose virus tests, which was cooked in a tiny apparatus for about fifteen minutes. When all went “green”, we were good to continue.
There were a couple more interviews with people that had impressive job titles, and then I was wheeled throuhg the maze and stretched out on a table with lots of expensive machines in the background with blurred vision, and didn’t have the heart to tell them that I had that before I arrived. I do have a brand new “trab”, so that’s something to remember from my brief medical holiday.
Our taxi ride back to the hotel was more eventful; the whole area was cordoned off and we weren’t allowed to come in. The taxi had some alternate route idea; we went around the block and tried again. This time, a different police officer. His take on my over the top PPE was to ask if I need to go to a hospital. I gave a thumb’s down to that idea, and we were allowed to walk inside. When another officer
