Waiting for confirmation
Where we live, the health system “belongs” to the government. Lock, stock and barrel. The quality of care is good. However, in a non-emergency situation, don’t expect speed. The doctors and nurses are busy, and you can have a chair, over there, for as long as you need it. A typical day, from where I sat, involves an appointment at 11h00 and an actual consultation at 18h00. In between, amuse yourself as best you can.
I spent several hours beneath the wall mounted TV, tuned to a station that I choose not to watch under ordinary circumstances. Trying to shut out the sound was [unpleasant][impossible]. Pick two of the above.
This was my first real post-op verification. According to the surgeon, my operation can be deemed a “100% success”. That’s what I want to hear, since the vision element will kick in progressively over the next six months or so. We had to ask, once he had removed a protective contact lens: “So, what happens next?”
Apparently, I should plan another three consultations over the next year, at which date we can break out the bubbly. If I move, then I should try and find an excuse to come up for a carefully scheduled vacation block (so I can sit in that waiting room for the day…) I’m probably going to follow his directions, since he hasn’t misled me yet. The “no lift” clause in my life will continue for another couple of weeks; after that we’ll sprint to the finish line with as many boxes of stuff as we can get done.
