The surgeon’s office called today and canceled my spine surgery. Apparently there are no beds available.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“No beds,” she repeated, “It’s like the inn is full.”
“But don’t I have a reservation?” I asked.
She laughed and laughed.
Then she said she was sorry, but that’s just the way it goes. She could re-schedule me for September 24th.
My son’s birthday, I thought to myself. I always make beer-battered chicken balls on September 24th.
I told her I’d take it, but how do we know this won’t happen again on September 24th.
“We don’t,” she admitted. “It could.”
I got off the phone and told Woodsy, who was visiting for lunch.
“But what about your radiation?” asked Woodsy, “How will it affect that?”
Excellent point. I hadn’t thought of that. I called the surgeon’s office back and left a message explaining that all my radiation treatments had been rescheduled to accommodate my spine surgery, and would now have to be rescheduled again.
A few minutes later the hospital called to see if I’d heard my surgery had been canceled. I said I had, and asked what they mean by “no beds.”
It turns out there’s an infection in the Civic Hospital. She wouldn’t tell me what kind. (“That’s not for me to say,” she said.) But they’ve canceled half of tomorrow’s surgeries, and they’ve ‘closed’ a whole bunch of beds.
“It’s for your own protection,” she said.
A little while later the surgeon’s nurse called back and said Dr. Lesiuk had called the hospital himself and tried to plead my case, but was unsuccessful. However, they were able to offer me September 17th instead of September 24th. I thanked her and took it.
So. Even though I won’t be pain-free and walking by tomorrow, at least I’ll be making beer-batter chicken balls on September 24th.