GrizzWife believes that she is responsible, in good part, for the level of healthcare she receives. Whenever she goes to visit her doctor, she’s always armed with a written list of questions and various “what if”'s.
The other day, she was scheduled for a little minor, outpatient surgery. (She’s just fine, thanks!) Doctor comes in and asks a battery of questions…
-“eat anything since midnight?”
-“feeling okay today?”
-“any questions?”
And did she have questions! But not about the procedure. She was well aware of what was going to happen. Her questions were like this…
“Did you sleep well last night?”
“Have a good breakfast?”
“Can I see how steady your hands are? Not too much coffee, eh?”
“When was the last time you had any alcohol?”
“Are you nervous? … mad at anyone?”
“Is that a new eyeglass prescription?”
The same thing happened when her anesthesiologist paid her a visit. The same type of questions, along with queries about the type of anesthesia, how long it lasts, how experienced is he with that drug, etc…
I’m so proud of her!
When my aunt from NY used to get on airplanes, she would insist on meeting the pilot and asking him if he had had any alcohol within the last 24 hours. She would also check his hands for tremors.
Honestly it sounds a little silly to me. If she had a genuine cause for concern, she shouldnt have gone to that physician anyway. If not, it seems like she was just being the typical overractive, its-all-about-me type. People like that are why everyone else has to sit in the waiting room for an hour!
Unless-she was kinda joking? A LITTLE bit tongue in cheek
with her inquisition? I hope?
I used to pester my dentist with similar questions. She always decided that it was a good time to ask “how are you, are you ok?” while she had both of her hands, six pounds of gauze, an explorer, a mirror, an ice pick, and what tasted like a tennis shoe in my damn mouth. I would always reply with a (garbled) “I’m great! Keep doing that! How was your day?” sort of question. She would always decide to laugh and jab me in the gums (presumably accidentally) with some sort of pointy instrument of terror every time I asked, so I gave up. Damn I love the dentist…