Sign, sign everywhere a sign.
Blocking out the scenery.
Breaking my mind.
Do this, don't do that.
Can't you read the sign?
Scheduled an appointment with my surgeon for September 7th to proceed with reversal of my 2-year-old ileostomy. Today I finally lost my mind - doesn't really matter cause I haven't been using it much anyway.
This morning I was wide awake at 4:30 am. My empty head filling with thoughts as to "why a reversal - why would I jeopardize, by choice, any of my future when, in fact, I feel really good in the present?"
Then I reflected on a "sign" I was given over the last 2 days.
My first step, to expedite the reversal process, was to make an appointment with my heart doctor and verify she had my required records - this simple task took me 2 days which I will never get back. The absurd comedy begins.
Day 1 initial call - I was on hold for 10 minutes then auto transferred to the answering service. I was advised someone would call me in 24 hours - never received that call.
Day 2 - my second call. Once again I was wisely informed by a recording "if this is an emergency hang up and dial 911. Then of course, all the audio recordings regarding Covid rules and regulations and oh yes the numerous prompts to press 1 for this and 2 for that. My call then went into queue for the next available real live body (who was probably in the break room celebrating someone's birthday). That hold then automatically transferred me to the answering service where (of all things) I was asked to hold. Good thing I have a belly bag cause a pooh at this time would have sent me off the deep end. In all, my total hold time was 33 minutes as I listened to the worst music ever. However, I was productive and managed to pluck a few wild chin hairs to pass the time - but in the end I never did talk to anyone and hung up in total despair. All this for 2 simple questions.
1. Do you have my records?
2. Can I make an appointment?
Day 3 an epiphany!
Hold the phone! Those 2 days of frustration - were they a sign? If they had been successfully completed it would have started the ball rolling toward reversal surgery. This decision shall bring forth numerous doctors, endless drugs, bodily pain, and mind-boggling stress - basically everything I try to avoid in my everyday "senior" life. Yet it is exactly what I am heading for and in the end, there are no guarantees of success. Talk about a change of heart!
This is not for me - decision made. Until such time as a medical emergency, I shall hopefully live in peace.
I called to cancel my surgeon appointment on September 7th - and guess what - the call went straight through to a live body!