My weight is back to my normal 150 plus pounds, my blood work is all normal and my doctor still seems hesitant about my last operation that realigns my innards and severs my leash to the hospital.
At first I thought that it was we got along so well that he would miss me and my visits. But alas I was wrong, it was a monetary issue. So I queried as to what the problem was, he explained that my last surgery required a circular staple gun that the hospital did not have. It must be special ordered from Mega Manila (Of Course) and he wasn’t sure if my Tri-Care would pay for it because it had to be outsourced.
Now I\m in a tizzy, and starting to worry too; “Oh my will I never have another beer?” My priorities are slightly different than my doctors! I inquired as to the outrageous cost of this miraculous piece of medical equipment and wondered if since the hospital didn’t have it, was it up there in cost like an MRI machine? Did it require a group of technicians from Mainland China to install it, and the Chinese refused because of the Spratly Island dispute. I know the worlds Geo-political situations hold heavy sway over our day to day lives. Oh Woe is me; am I doomed to wander half way between a medical cure and medical dependency?
Then there is the added worry of not having the operation prior to 1 November and the US Governments new fiscal year, and my having to pay $750.00 towards my new $3,000.00 insurance cap. Even this week as I went hither thither and yon throughout the Bay Pointe Hospital (I still can’t figure why they put the letter “E” on the end of the word Pointe, is that a British thing like centre instead of center) being poked (Kinda like Facebook) and prodded and no one asked for any money as my Cap has been met for this year!
Finely a decision is made, the operation is scheduled for the first week in September, Ah the staple Machine? I asked the doctor how much it cost and he said PNP 15,000.00, I immediately said; “Doc, order the darn thingy, I’ll pay for it if Tri-Care won’t.” I thought he was talking about thousands and thousands of US Dollars and those Chinese technicians plus their air fare. I’ll be accepting donations of Tanguy 12 year old Rum or cases of little brown stubby bottles of San Miguel Beer, Cash is not accepted.
I was at the hospital again last week (4 Aug) to finish my pre-op testing and of course when it was all done my doctor was gone for the day, so I’ll see him on the following Saturday and tell him I want the operation the first week of September, unless he is golfing or on vacation. But I’ll stop writing for now and finish after I talk to my surgeon and know the date for sure and then I’ll finish this missive when the date is secured!
Saturday, August 06, 2016, the phone rang, Kuya Paul can we change the appointment to Monday? Yes but the folks on LiP won’t know the date of my operation. I could not see it over the phone but I know there was head scratching on the other end when I said that. So I didn’t bother to explain, I just said; “Yup, I’ll be there!” Because I don’t have a lot of say in it anyway.
Oh sometimes I play with them and say that Monday is not good for me could we make it for another day? But that would only slow me down and I can see that ice cold SMB looming in my future. So my only remark to them is; “Hey Buddy, can you spare a Stapler?”