I made it!?
I went to see the plastic surgeon yesterday. Here’s another professional that managed to disappoint me. Let me give you a recap of the previous operation. I saw him on a Wednesday. He operated my hand the following Tuesday. Told me to change the bandages on Saturday and that I would see him the following Wednesday to remove the stitches. When he removed them he put a band-aid on it and told me to start doing normal “house” things, which I did.
Well yesterday when he saw me he asked when had we done the second surgery. I told him last week. He started telling me that we usually wait two weeks before removing stitches. I told him that’s not what we had done with the other hand. A bit pissed he asked me what I wanted him to do. I told him to remove them. He put a band-aid on it and told me to try not to use my hand for another week because the scar could reopen. He freaked me out so much that on top of the band-aid I wear my brace just to make sure.
Then I asked him for a paper to give to the insurance company. Like last time. He takes me out of the office. Asks his secretary for a paper. Signs it and calls his next patient. He was on his way when I said “well if that’s it, thank you and goodbye.” He turned and said ” aaaa yeah bye.” So I turned back to the secretary and told her the date of return should be June fourth. She didn’t check anything. I could have given her any date. He didn’t give her any information. While filling out the paper she asks me if he told me there was a fee of fifteen dollars for the paper. I told her he didn’t charge me last time. Do you think it’s because he was pissed that I had to pay fifteen dollars?
So right hand:
2 stitches, removed the following week. Start using hand right away and gives me paper for the insurance.
Left hand:
3 stitches, suppose to be removed two weeks later. Still removes them and says not to use for another week. Charges me 15$ for insurance paper.
I feel like I’ve been operated on by two different doctors.
On a happier note, I got my acceptance letter from the school. I’M IN!? I have to go sign up on May twenty fifth.
I made it!? I couldn’t believe it when I read the letter. At first when I saw it, I said to myself, “it’s pretty thin for an acceptance letter.” But I’m in!? This means that even with my anxiety I was able to beat at least ten people. We were forty doing the test and they only have thirty places to fill.
I wonder if they’ll give us our results. I know it was a personality test, but still.
I’m so happy!?
Have fun!?
J
Would I !? 