Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Great. Now I'm craving pizza.

I feel like it's been a long time since there's been a medical-themed strip, so you can imagine my relief when I opened up today's strip. They're always so...confounding. Why is the patient having flop sweat? The person who has flop sweat is the person who is actually doing something, not prone with his insides all over the place. The patient might be concerned, but honestly, I would actually be reassured if a bunch of doctors who are specialists in the procedure will be involved in my surgery. Honestly, how is that not reassuring? Even assuming that Dr. Allthumbs has never done this procedure before, thus requiring the specialists...you have the specialists right there! If he messes up, you have three doctors right there to fix you up.

I'm trying to figure out what kind of facility these guys are in. They're lying in beds with no sort of monitors nearby. Color me confused. And, of course, the other guy has his head wrapped in bandages to assure us that yes, he does require medical care.

And honestly, a pizzaectomy? Really? Most of us just refer to that as "throwing up."



At 10:52 PM, Blogger Cedar said...

What is up with that nurse in the background? Presumably, the doctor bringing in specialists is something that happens all the time, right? So why is she so shocked?

At 2:22 AM, Blogger Kaitlyn said...

How would you know who's brought in?

You're knocked out!

And a guy with his head that bandaged shouldn't be reading.

And you're never just told it's simple. They have to go over every risk, most of which are associated with the anesthetic, if I recall. (I hate waking up with the oxygen mask on. "Breathe, Kaitlyn." "I can't breathe with this thing on!" "Don't take it off, dammit!" Etc.)

Speking of which, there's always the anesthesiologist in the room, you didn't know him before he hooked up that IV or added something to your current one.

Maybe the guy has bad or no insurance, so he has to pay for each doctor in the room? Or thinks he does?

Maybe it was the poor guy's first time in a hospital, first time getting a surgery. I was terrified before my first one. Thankfulyl, I met the surgeon on Monday or Tuesday, and we were told it may take a few weeks before I can get on his schedule. We get home from the doctor and errands, message on the machine - "your surgery's Friday morning, don't eat anything after midnight." That was a relief, only a few days to fret.


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