The jackass surgeon would basically come in at around 6:30am occasionally and tell my mom she was doing great and didn't understand why she was so upset. Gee asshole maybe it's because she's in horrible pain, so horrible she couldn't keep food down and spent the better part of the last two weeks doubled over in pain in her bed! Wouldn't that upset you asshole? I love the way he came to see her so early in the morning when nobody else in the family was around to ask him questions. But maybe I can't really bitch about him, he at least made an appearance, while her primary care physician didn't even bother the whole week, not once.
The nurses at this point are questioning why they/he decides to wait until Friday to do this surgery. My mom jokes that they are just waiting for her to die so they don't have to bother. We are also joking on the phone that the cause for her pain is probably due to something they left behind inside her from her last surgery. We visualize scapels, sponges, the surgeon's lucky golf tee. Although if it were the surgeon's lucky golf tee, he would have gone in to recover it much sooner, so that can't be it. I'm not laughing so much at these past thoughts anymore. I think someone has been fucking up when it comes to caring for my mom at that hospital.
Surgery was scheduled for this morning. My grandma and aunt Judie made sure they were there. They postponed the surgery till 11am, no reason. They postponed it again till 2pm and again. My aunt left to pick up my cousin Eric from School. My grandma must have eventually went to grab a bite to eat. Somewhere around 3 or 4pm they took my mom into surgery without anyone even knowing about it. When my grandma did finally find out she was in surgery she waited around for another 3 hours. The surgeon then decided to just leave without even talking to her. But in passing to the nurse mentioned that the surgery didn't go well. What the fuck? What does that mean? What exactly didn't go well? Sure would have been nice if he stopped for 5 minutes and explained things to my grandma. I'm sure he had a pressing engagement like dinner or something to go to.
So my grandma is left there feeling all confused, doesn't even know exactly what they "did" or "didn't" do to my mom and nobody can give her any answers. I called the ICU nurse, she forwarded me to the Recovery nurse, who then directed me back to the ICU nurse. I'm freaking out up here for hours not knowing anything. My 80 year old grandma of course doesn't have a cell phone, and even if she did, she didn't have any answers for me either. Can't talk to the doctor tomorrow as the nurse suggested because it's the fucking weekend! How convenient eh?