Organ Donor

I hopped into the doctor's office. The waiting room was empty. What a relief. I signed in and I was immediately escorted back. Wow. They took a few X-rays of my left foot. I asked the tech to see the results and snapped a couple of pictures on my iPhone. One X-ray clearly looked like trouble. The heel bone looked like something was ripped off the back of it. I self diagnosed that the Achilles tendon had been ripped from the bone, taking some bone with it. Was I correct? The tech wouldn't say.

As I was being walked to a room, I told the nurse that I was so impressed with how fast they were treating me. She said, "Oh honey, you got lucky. It ain't never like this. We just open for a couple hours today and didn't really book no one."

I said, "Can you please give me a list of the coming days where you have the same kind of schedule? I like it like this."

She said, "I guess you ain't never com'en back."

She put me in a room and said the doctor would be right in. I continued to marvel as how fast I got to this point. Check in, X-rays and in a room; all in under 7 minutes. My wife, Bizzy D, wanted to come with me. She insisted on hearing what the doctor said and she thought I wouldn't remember everything, or I would lie and not tell her the truth of how bad it really was. And of course, she had her own questions.

Bizzy D was busy. My appointment was at 2 PM and she needed to be somewhere at 4 PM. Would the appointment last for more than an hour and a half? Based on all other doctor appointments we have ever been to, the answer was yes. Bizzy D and the busy schedule meant that she was too busy to come to the doctor with me.

The truth is that I was relieved that she was busy. I wanted to do this appointment at my pace with my questions, or no questions, without any help. So Bizzy D suggested that I Facetime her when the doctor walked into the room so she could be there with me, sort of. I imagined how that might play out and what I total cuck I would look like, and I politely left my phone in the car.

The appointment was at 2 PM. I was in a room by 2:07. I should be out by 2:15 at this pace. I sat. I rolled my injured foot around. Maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought. Maybe it was just a bad sprain after all. I waited. And waited. The doctor somehow pulled himself away from his empty office and entered my room an hour later.

He announced that I had an Avulsion Achilles, which means that the Achilles tendon tore away from the bone, taking a little bone fragment with it. Bang! I was right with my self diagnosis. I should have been a doctor, I thought. I'm a natural.

The doctor was very nice and he patiently described the new way he was performing these types of surgeries. In addition to lengthening my tendon by slicing a V into it, he wanted to use a cadaver tendon to tie around it and secure the tendon. He wanted me to be able to play basketball with my daughter again.

I had to sign an authorization for him to use a cadaver tendon. I did request a former NBA tendon if available and not a tendon from a murderer, if possible. A murder body part could infect the rest of the otherwise somewhat law abiding body.

I began to consider that someone else's body part was going to help me heal. How amazing. I am not a body part-organ donor. A long time ago, I had heard not to do it because someone in a hospital might not try that hard to save your life in an emergency situation if you were an organ donor. They might even come to your house one afternoon and try and take some organs while you're still using them.

I now see how ridiculous that was. I am going to become and organ donor right away. At the end of my life, if there are some organs or left over parts of me that can help another human live, that is an incredible gift to give. I wonder if I could exclude known Trump supporters.

All in all, I walked out of the doctor's office at 4:30 PM. So Bizzy D would surely have missed picking up our daughter at the bus stop. Note to self, a doctors appointment always takes 2.5 hours, even when the office is empty.

When I got home, Bizzy D asked for all the details and I provided them the best I could remember. The surgery was scheduled for Tuesday. Bizzy D asked what time, as she had a busy schedule and needed to know what to move around.

I forgot to ask the doctor's office what time the surgery was scheduled for.

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  1. Greg The Greatest Of The GreatSeptember 6, 2018 at 7:44 AM

    "Somewhat law abiding" means you fail the sniff test to be president. For that gig, you must be utterly lawless with a kink for dictator, sand traps & Slovenian male order brides.

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