(not me, my dr, or anyone I know)
I ended the first part of my overall story with the scheduling with what was to be an exploratory laparoscopy. Here is a link to the first part: My Story (Part 1)
This is the part of my overall story that I would change if I could. I would change just about every part of it, but at the time I didn't know better, I felt stoned all the time, and I had not yet realized I needed a much more specialized doctor than just a primary physician.
Anyway, I scheduled the laparoscopy and had no idea what to expect. I don't know that I even saw my surgeon before surgery... perhaps briefly as I was signing papers. My first concern was that when the anesthesiologist came to see me, he pretty much didn't speak English. I was left wondering how he got certified to treat patients because a language barrier is not something patients want to worry about. He might be a great doctor, I have no idea, but I was uncomfortable and wasn't sure he had comprehended or acknowledged anything I said. I remember being wheeled into a cold, sterile operating room, and the next thing I knew, I was still in the operating room and was being wheeled back into recovery.
