Shock chamber or what?

Wishing you nothing but health, and honestly, I hope you never have to deal with any more intensive treatments ever again...
👋

Mm-hmm.
Beautiful.
Lovely.
The lady wants some special attention...
Give me a break.
She’s trying to pass a typing certification for an administrative role on her sixth attempt, after failing every single time she tried before.
And she’s lying about her age, too.
Pathetic.
As if you weren't already typing with just one finger.
As if you haven't been tripping over your words for years.
Of course you have heartburn when you drink tea with honey.
Drink tea with rum.
Tea without rum is just depressing.
If you don't have rum, throw some bourbon in there.
Or at least some whiskey.
You could skip the tea entirely.
It's safer that way.
Who knows what kind of herbs they're mixing into tea these days.
You'll probably trip over your tongue even more, but at least you'll feel like you're typing with two fingers.
Besides, it's not your fault you have such a long tongue and plenty of teeth left.
My own tongue is getting harder to control... mostly because the muscle is thinning out.
Anyway, you're doing fine with that one finger.
You're actually writing more now than when you used two.
Mm-hmm.
You're even swearing.
That's how it should be.
Just more proof that every cloud has a silver lining.
Another sign that every living thing needs intense supervision.
Should start from a young age.
Should last a lifetime.
Instead of sending people to the beach, we should send them all to JLL (lazybones lying around).
Look, take this perfect opportunity—enroll in an accelerated medical program.
With Scott Allen10 as your mentor, you won't be able to fake it.
Even medical skeptics like me might actually learn something from this.
Along the way, if you're interested, I'll introduce you to my old boss. I used to say he swallowed a medical encyclopedia whole. That realization is actually why I can't stand bosses anymore. And I haven't liked medicine since the day I was born.

P(usa).S(atirova).:
Mm-hmm.
Fine.
I'll be merciful.
But just this once.
I won't strangle you immediately.
Actually, let me rephrase that—I won't bother you anymore.
I'll wait until those meds I recommended actually kick in.
And then...

...until then...

...anyway, just like you always do...

...hang in there.

P(oanta).P(oslije).S(vega).:
Be happy.
At least now you have proof you possess a brain.

Tyler Baker68 said:Finally, some proof you actually have a brain!

I don't have one! Proof, I mean! 😛

P.S.

I actually went for it! 😁

Tyler Baker68 said:And don't even get me started on how they're lying about their age!
Total disgrace!
Using profanity now too?!

🙂 😘

P. S.
Just a quick reminder to everyone about those old-school Vienna Forest School vibes... Tyler actually ran into this persona back in the day, like August 23rd, 2000 (or was it the 19th?) over some pancakes or whatever they call them!😉

Tyler Baker68 said:You're typing more now than when you were using two hands!

Is that because of that thing about people who struggle? Like, if you can't do it, you just gotta try harder! 😁

Anyway, taking advantage of the downtime here... just waiting for my physical therapist to call me back with a start time, and still waiting to snag a spot at Stubak. Can you believe it? I've never even been to Stubak in my entire life! I was always way more interested in Mount Rainier or the Skating rink! 😁👋

(I've been to Chattanooga, Rogaška, Radenac... ages ago.)

slyviper47 said:🙂 😘
what was the word for those pancakes? 😉

Yeah, you're good with dates...
With castles!
Whatever.
😘

Anyway, last time I was at Stubak, which was three times (the first, the last, and never again), and that was ages ago, I was more interested in stuff from the Vienna Forest School than any pancakes...
If they don't have them there, let me know and I'll email you a recipe.

slyviper47 said:🙂 😘

P. S.
Tyler Baker68 actually spotted this persona back in the day on August 23, 2000 (was it that, or maybe August 19th?)

Which one was it exactly? Help me out here! 😉

slyviper47 said:Which one of these two is actually right... 😉

Probably the "maybe" option.
Ever heard of Satire boy?
I could probably pull off a lava cake impression. If I tried...

Anyway, you down for some pancakes?

Tyler Baker68 said:So, you down for some pancakes or what?

Maybe, but let's keep it to the same day. 🙂

I’m just wondering if everything we undergo will eventually end up being done under some kind of local anesthesia—or induced, whatever the technical term is, Scott Allen10 might know better. Honestly, nothing beats the stuff they used on me; it was better than Dormicum! 😁

To be honest, I’m embarrassed by all the nonsense I blathered on about during my laparoscopy. I spent the whole time giggling and addressing some young resident as "Dr. Luka Kovač." 😁

It also makes me wonder: what was even the point of that premedication injection right before surgery if I didn't feel a single thing from it? 🙄

Nobody even bothered to ask me what kind of anesthesia I wanted, and honestly, I didn't give a damn about the details.
I just signed whatever paperwork they shoved under my nose. I was brought in as an emergency case, and when things get urgent... well, you know how it goes.

I tried to play a little game with them, though. They had a nurse trying to push some papers my way for a signature, so I grabbed my pen... read through it, and then wrote in the wrong date—not the one they were looking for! By the third day, they ended up pinning it on some young doctor (one of the few people there who actually introduced themselves), and I just scribbled my name without looking twice. 😉

I’m not entirely sure, but I remember once receiving what they call a "pre-op" sedative injection before my surgery, and I certainly felt its effects. On a different occasion, however, I didn't get one at all because the doctors decided to cancel the procedure for the woman scheduled ahead of me, which threw everything into a chaotic rush. I ended up lying there right outside the operating room, waiting for my turn without any sort of chemical reassurance or calming agent, and I have to say, it wasn't exactly a pleasant experience to just sit there in limbo 😁 From what I gathered, Dunjin's procedure was considered an emergency, so it isn't really surprising that she was bypassed for that pre-operative dose.

As if being hospitalized wasn't bad enough—dealing with scalpel tattoos, getting poked in every vein, being denied water after surgery, and managing the sheer pain—you start to view those things as just part of the deal. You grit your teeth and take it.

But what none of us should have to endure is the total indolence of certain medical staff. And I don’t mean everyone; I’m talking about nurses who act more like camp guards and those condescending types hiding behind titles like "Professor, PhD, Specialist, etc." They won't spare you even the bare minimum of their precious time. For some reason, it’s always one of these personalities in white who ignores me, while the resident doctor next door is an absolute saint. Is the grass always greener on the other side?

I suppose I should say I am "deeply unsettled"—which is the polite way of saying I'm pissed off—that answering a basic question like, "How much longer will I be here?" or "What exactly was done during this surgery?" requires a literal miracle and a prayer to honor the latest research paper published by the attending physician.

Does every doctor develop this massive ego the moment they add a few letters after their name, or is there some secret code in the American Medical Association handbook regarding how to treat patients?

😁 I honestly don't know. My own experiences with our doctors have been the complete opposite. I’ve gone under the knife three times now, and every single time, the rapport between the physicians and the nursing staff was more than satisfactory. I don't really feel like getting too deep into the weeds with this, but what I experienced during my last surgery—specifically regarding how the doctors and nurses treated one another—felt like something straight out of a fairy tale.

When you're prepping someone for what some folks call their "courage shot" or premedication, you're usually looking at a two-part cocktail.
You’ve got your sedative, like Dormicum, or maybe a heavy hitter like fentanyl, paired up with atropine.
The first bit is just to help the patient chill out and drift off for a second—which really helps steady the metabolism—while the atropine keeps the saliva from running wild and gives the heart rate a little nudge. It's all pretty crucial stuff when you're getting through the induction phase.
Basically, the whole point is to get the body ready for the anesthesia so everything runs smoothly, plus it actually lets us use less anesthetic overall if the patient is properly prepped.

Guess who's back! Same topic, same surgery all over again.🙄

Everything was identical to last time, just part of the standard routine—basically on demand from the clinic itself.
Still, they didn't even run a CT scan for me,

And when it came time to leave, all I got was this brief, vague discharge summary claiming some supposed "improvement" in my condition.🤷

The doctor kept my old medical history, supposedly so he’d have everything handy in one single (final?) file.😕

Mind you, the tech has improved a little bit. Instead of that mess before, they just put a patch over the injection site in my groin, so there's barely any bruising. Last time, they used one of those heavy sandbags that I couldn't keep from sliding off, leaving me with massive bruises the size of a man's palm!

I was only there for three days, but it felt like an eternity. I actually had to take pills just to sleep. Which ones? I asked. Ambien. I have them at home, but I don't like taking them because you can get hooked. Oh well, though—second night back home and I slept like a baby.😁
In the end, it's like: Where were you? Nowhere. What did you do? Nothing.😢

But hey, the main thing is I left them alive and apparently "healthier."👎

It cracked me up thinking about that Secretary of Health and his little self-congratulatory speech about how much money they're saving in hospitals. You can take a wild guess where those "savings" are actually coming from. My bet? Staff wages and the ratio of nurses to patients. Thanks a lot, buddy.😠

Fortunately, I’ve never been a patient in a room like that, though I have visited several times—once even being present during
resuscitation (I can still hear the sound of the defibrillator in my head)
. You might walk in to visit someone, only to find that half the room has passed away before the night is over.

Scott Allen10 said:Or just grit your teeth and let them put in a central venous catheter—kind of like what happened before—right into your subclavian vein.

Ugh, that sounds absolutely awful. I remember when I was sick back in elementary school—it lasted over a month, and they kept switching up my treatment plan. They used to sedate me while they were setting things up, but one time they couldn't get it to work... later they told me the entire ward heard everything. 🙂 I actually ended up getting a little smiley face drawn on me with iodine once—if I remember correctly. I had my own room back then, which felt like such a cruel irony; you have a bathroom right there in front of you, but you can't even use it. When I finally tried to stand up for the first time, I just collapsed. But honestly, there wasn't really any other way to do it. I still have the scars today. Most importantly, though, everything turned out okay. I'm really hoping things are looking up for you too, slyviper47. Hang in there.

Nothing feels better, and honestly, nothing will. Nobody’s being straight with me. They just keep bouncing me from one specialist to another for no reason. Now they’re sending me to some private clinic
to redo tests I already finished at the exact same facility! And you know what? I didn't even find out until I saw my discharge papers days later.

So now they want me back for an angiography and an MRI—stuff I already cleared through them without a single issue.

Seriously, do they think I'm an idiot?😕👎