Howdy. So...I think I figured out the fever: it seems as though some of my stitches are potentially infected.
That said, I have officially come to the most frustrating part of this whole surgery process: the lack of after care provided by the surgeons office.
I didn't expect them to send me flowers...but I do expect them to answer my call when I call them, and I do expect them to return my call when they say they will....and I do expect to get to speak to a person and not a voice mail or answering service...You know- just the little things!
It seems as though that's where this process has fallen apart for me. I know I am a good patient- I am not a pain in the ass, I am polite and respectful, probably to a fault because in today's health care climate when you are nice you get cast aside. I am feeling like that right now and I am extremely frustrated.
Clearly I have something going on that has shown itself as a fever and possible infection, and definitely swelling...so when I call to find out if this is normal-if I'm OK since this was a major surgery- don't you think I should get to speak with a doctor, nurse or resident to help me figure out what is going on?
Jeez.
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What is that saying? The squeaky wheel gets the oil...something like that? This is not okay. It's time to start squeaking...enough with the polite patient stuff!
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