‘Snow joke
I had another hospital appointment this morning.
So I braved the terribly dangerous, nay hazardous weather that the meeja has been going frantic over. Needless to say it was a perfectly normal trip with no ice-sheets, glaciers or ten-foot snow drifts.
This appointment was in the Rapid Access Lung Clinic. This sounded great. Rapid access to any clinic is good so I expected to be greeted by a flunky in a golf cart waiting to whisk me through the long corridors. Sadly this wasn’t the case. I had to walk [and of course it was a very long walk] and even worse, had the mandatory hour wait. Rapid access my bollicks.
Eventually my name was called and I met the doctor. He was a nice bloke who obviously thought I was fully qualified in medical matters as he spent the meeting telling me in the minutest detail what they intended to do to me. The distilled version of his speech is that they are mildly concerned about a couple of spots in the lungs and want to stick a yoke down my throat to grab some samples. Apparently I will be heavily sedated for the procedure which is fine by me.
I have a couple of appointments next week for the usual blood test and immunotherapy. To celebrate the fact, the met office is now screaming about hazardous snow falls next week.
I’m going to have to drive up to Dublin through fifty foot snow-drifts.
Well, the met office can’t be wrong? Can they?
I had a lung biopsy a couple of months ago. They took 3 tissue samples (and a nodule) and several lung washing’s. With me the surgeon also used a robotic arm that allows him to get in more areas of the lung. I imagined some big robot looking arm in there but that wasn’t the case. I do remember before I was knocked into la la land there were a lot of people and equipment in the OR. No real pain afterwards but some unpleasant coughing. Best of luck.
As part of his long [and quite informative] lecture he explained how here are no “pain nerves”in the lungs but he did warn about the coughing.
“Heavy sedated” and driving back from Dublin doesn’t sound like a very good idea.
Heh! I couldn’t be much worse than a lot of other drivers?
Seriously though, that had crossed my mind and I’ll probably cadge a lift off someone.
Thanks Grandad. Was a little concerned for your safety and others. Not worth the risk.
I may be crazy but I’m not daft.
We used to call hazardous warnings, weather!
These ejits are turning us into a bunch of Jesse’s.
Anyone who has to be told to wear a coat in the snow deserves to freeze. Wrap up warm? Ooooh I never would have thought of that…..
Ooooh I never would have thought of that.
Maybe that is actually the end game. In another10-12 years (if that long) you will be calling a 1-800 number to inquire about going out or just staying home.
10-12 years? It’s happening now. We are already being told to stay indoors.
Yes, but it seems more like advice at this point. Next step will be somewhat akin to the Covid mask up fiasco.
Anyone outside in rain or snow conditions will be fined (first offence). Repeat offenders will be jailed.
(It really is for your own good Afterall.)
‘…he spent the meeting telling me in the minutest detail what they intended to do to me’
Ah yes, the old standby of the Bond villain or the East End gangster, designed to maximise the victim’s terror and facilitate the extraction of the safe combination or the whereabouts of the gold; in a just world, he would have offered you a sample foretaste of the sedative before embarking on what sounds like a pretty grim conversation.
Assuming you make it through the snowdrifts and show up at the hospital, I hope you find that the staff have had the decency to do the same.
Actually it was quite interesting in a detatched sort of way. It was nice not to be treated as a total gobshite.
I’m keeping a weather-eye out and at this stage it looks like I may cancel both Tuesday and Wednesday.
Does that mean you’ll cancel Tuesday and Wednesday for all of us, so we’ll all move straight onto Thursday? That’s two days of my life you’ve nicked, I was planning to do all manner of thrilling things in those two days, now they’ve vanished. I could bear a grudge.