McDreamy

The surgeon’s office gave me two options for which day of the week I want the surgery on. Monday or Friday? Why can’t it be Tuesday? or Thursday? Not a day of the week where people feel hurried to get out of work for the weekend or just coming back possibly a little haggled from the weekend’s activities. In the end I picked Monday because from what I had read online about only staying in the hospital for a couple of days post op. I didn’t want to be kept over the weekend where my specific attending surgeon is not there and a bunch of dud residents are on call. In the end, it didn’t matter how I had planned that move meticulously because the office called me and switched my surgery date to a month later than originally planned. To a Friday over the long weekend nonetheless…

Leading up to the initial consult with my neurosurgeon I avoided watching Grey’s Anatomy. I googled my neurosurgeon to see if he looked like McDreamy. Because, you know, looks is very important to me. How trust worthy and competent you feel about someone (initially anyways) is basedon how they look. My dad asked me if I found a wallet on the streets would I chase the person and return it to whomever. My first reaction was “What did the person look like?”

If you google Transsphenoidal Surgery, google advises having an expert neurosurgeon to perform the surgery for obvious reasons. My expert neurosurgeon happens to be the only one that does it in Alberta. So I have to trust this guy with him prodding around a tiny bean-shaped pea sized gland that is basically the master controller in regulating vital body functions…that sits nice and snug against a couple of carotid arteries and the optic nerves…so no big deal.

He explained the procedure, the risks and benefits (all of which I already familiarized myself with by hours of articles on success rate etc.) On my consultation notes, he dictated that I was “keen” on having the surgery and proceeding with it after his due diligent in explaining what I already know. Josh was there to ask the more important questions that I never thought of. Like can I see how steady your hands are? Or how difficult is the surgery if you were to compare it to servicing a vehicle? For example, is it more or less difficult than an oil change? The surgeon assured us that it is easier than an oil change. It was like McDreamy being slightly arrogant about it and how a transsphenoidal surgery is a yawn fest of a 2 hour OR time.

Before I was wheeled in to the OR, Josh made a joke to McDreamy referencing the oil change. McDreamy didn’t laugh or acknowledge Josh’s anxieties. Josh told me he felt reassured after that exchange because he saw that the surgeon was focused and ready to work (even though it was 1 pm on a friday afternoon before the July long weekend).

To be Continued…

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