The good news (well, I GUESS it's good news) is that I got approval for less-invasive-guy (AKA Surgeon No. 2) at better-hospital-place (AKA St. Joseph's in Burbank). Hard to believe this went so smoothly after all the trouble I went to just to get the consult approval.
So here we are.
What's next?
Uh, I guess I have to actually schedule the, y'know...SURGERY.
I managed to punch the numbers on the phone and eventually got put through to the surgery scheduling person, a woman who sounded especially harried and busy. After I'd identified myself, she reported that yes, they'd just received their copy of the authorization but that she hadn't spoken to the surgeon yet.
"Are you on blood thinners?" she asked.
"Nope."
"Then, depending on the availability of the anesthesiologist, I think we'll be able to put you on the schedule for next week."
"WHOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Okay, I didn't really screech that, but I may have made a similar sound. And then I added that I wasn't quite, er, ready.
"When were you thinking you'd like to do this?"
Did I detect a slightly smirky tone...? As in, you'll do this whenever the surgeon can you fit you in?
No. Probably just me being a little sensitive. In any case, I offered up the third week in February (right after I get all our company insurance renewed, please--and the rest of my life, like, ORGANIZED) and she seemed to think that would work out.
Gack.
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