Cleaned up that title just a little bit. Title borrowed from my good buddy Collette (didn't take that long to use it now did it?)
Damn hernia.
Who would have thought something much simpler than a freaking brain tumour could cause so much turmoil and pissed offness (made that up too). To summarize all that has happened: Pablo gets a damn hernia, goes to the hospital where he sits for 14 hours only to be sent home because his case isn't urgent. He's given the name of a surgeon who Pablo was to get in touch with and maybe this surgeon could fix the damn hernia. Calls are made from numerous medical people on Pablo's behalf but guess what? This surgeon hasn't worked in a few years. It took us a couple days to find this out.
Pablo goes to his appointment at the pain clinic last week. Whenever that was - it's all a blur really. They get ticked off because they think this damn hernia is hindering Pablo's recovery from the brain radiation. Um, you bet it is. He can't do any physiotherapy because he can barely move. So last week was alot of phone tag which really went no where. Another surgeon was called but he was on holidays. Lucky bastard.
Today was going to be the 'figure this shit out' day before we go crazy. Even before I'd had my first coffee this morning, the pain clinic called to get an update: Pablo is in pain, like always, and knows nothing concerning surgery for the damn hernia. Pablo gave them a name of yet another surgeon who he heard fixes damn hernias and they said they'd try to contact the guy. If this was not to work out then Pablo was to take his ass back to Emergency. Joy.
We got a call a little while later - Pablo was to go to Emergency. More joy and happy thoughts. Off he went and an hour and a half later, Pablo called me to go pick him up at the hospital. Those of you familiar with Ottawa Emergency rooms (Dianne in particular), know that you might as well bring a good book and a sleeping bag because you are going to spend the good part of a day waiting. I was in shock. I guess they took Pablo seriously this time.
So here's what was said by the doctor who saw Pablo. Pablo is to call the surgery department at the hospital tomorrow morning and he'll be given the name of a surgeon who he is to call and get a consultation. From this consultation, he can then be scheduled for surgery. I am really confused why this didn't come from his first Emergency room visit for the damn hernia...
Anyway, the doctor said that it might take months for the surgery to happen. Qu'est-ce que fuck? Excuse me?
He did provide Pablo with an option. There is a hospital in Toronto that specializes in damn hernias - Shouldice Hospital. (If anyone out there has opinions on this place then please share). They could probably take him real quick - like maybe, possibly this week. That quick. It wouldn't cost us any money for the surgery (covered by OHIP but I gotta check my insurance coverage for his hospital stay ) - we just have to get Pablo to Toronto and back home. He would have to stay for four nights.
Tomorrow Pablo will call to see about a consultation and then he will call the Shouldice Hospital. Tomorrow Pablo has his follow-up appointment with his urologist for the bladder tests he had a couple weeks ago. Looking forward to more good news!!! :)
Collette - I'm thinking I'm gonna need another title for the next post because knowing our luck........
***UPDATE***
Pablo saw his urologist this morning and was told that he has the bladder of a 4 year old. His urologist wants the damn hernia taken care of ASAP. (Join the club). He thinks that it might be affecting Pablo's peeing issues. He got Pablo a consultation with a surgeon on April 4. He pulled some strings because only waiting a month for a consultation is REALLY GOOD. He also hinted that the surgery might happen soon after the consultation.
That hospital in Toronto can't take Pablo till mid-April. POOH. So where did the 'real quick' come from?!?!?!?! Maybe that is real quick in the medical world?!?!?!
Damn hernia.
Who would have thought something much simpler than a freaking brain tumour could cause so much turmoil and pissed offness (made that up too). To summarize all that has happened: Pablo gets a damn hernia, goes to the hospital where he sits for 14 hours only to be sent home because his case isn't urgent. He's given the name of a surgeon who Pablo was to get in touch with and maybe this surgeon could fix the damn hernia. Calls are made from numerous medical people on Pablo's behalf but guess what? This surgeon hasn't worked in a few years. It took us a couple days to find this out.
Pablo goes to his appointment at the pain clinic last week. Whenever that was - it's all a blur really. They get ticked off because they think this damn hernia is hindering Pablo's recovery from the brain radiation. Um, you bet it is. He can't do any physiotherapy because he can barely move. So last week was alot of phone tag which really went no where. Another surgeon was called but he was on holidays. Lucky bastard.
Today was going to be the 'figure this shit out' day before we go crazy. Even before I'd had my first coffee this morning, the pain clinic called to get an update: Pablo is in pain, like always, and knows nothing concerning surgery for the damn hernia. Pablo gave them a name of yet another surgeon who he heard fixes damn hernias and they said they'd try to contact the guy. If this was not to work out then Pablo was to take his ass back to Emergency. Joy.
We got a call a little while later - Pablo was to go to Emergency. More joy and happy thoughts. Off he went and an hour and a half later, Pablo called me to go pick him up at the hospital. Those of you familiar with Ottawa Emergency rooms (Dianne in particular), know that you might as well bring a good book and a sleeping bag because you are going to spend the good part of a day waiting. I was in shock. I guess they took Pablo seriously this time.
So here's what was said by the doctor who saw Pablo. Pablo is to call the surgery department at the hospital tomorrow morning and he'll be given the name of a surgeon who he is to call and get a consultation. From this consultation, he can then be scheduled for surgery. I am really confused why this didn't come from his first Emergency room visit for the damn hernia...
Anyway, the doctor said that it might take months for the surgery to happen. Qu'est-ce que fuck? Excuse me?
He did provide Pablo with an option. There is a hospital in Toronto that specializes in damn hernias - Shouldice Hospital. (If anyone out there has opinions on this place then please share). They could probably take him real quick - like maybe, possibly this week. That quick. It wouldn't cost us any money for the surgery (covered by OHIP but I gotta check my insurance coverage for his hospital stay ) - we just have to get Pablo to Toronto and back home. He would have to stay for four nights.
Tomorrow Pablo will call to see about a consultation and then he will call the Shouldice Hospital. Tomorrow Pablo has his follow-up appointment with his urologist for the bladder tests he had a couple weeks ago. Looking forward to more good news!!! :)
Collette - I'm thinking I'm gonna need another title for the next post because knowing our luck........
***UPDATE***
Pablo saw his urologist this morning and was told that he has the bladder of a 4 year old. His urologist wants the damn hernia taken care of ASAP. (Join the club). He thinks that it might be affecting Pablo's peeing issues. He got Pablo a consultation with a surgeon on April 4. He pulled some strings because only waiting a month for a consultation is REALLY GOOD. He also hinted that the surgery might happen soon after the consultation.
That hospital in Toronto can't take Pablo till mid-April. POOH. So where did the 'real quick' come from?!?!?!?! Maybe that is real quick in the medical world?!?!?!