The mood was quite somber at the Cracker Barrel last night. Cis was sharing the new finding by her regular cardiologist that instead of the surgeon doing just an aneurismectomy, he took the liberty of doing a full heart transplant. It seems that the patient in the OR before her was scheduled for the transplant, but the surgeon cut the pipes too short and it didn't fit. It seems that since they hated to waste a perfectly good heart and Cis was getting her pipes reconstructed anyway, they cut her pipes a bit longer and made it fit. Later, she found out that in the previous surgery (it was rumored) that when the surgeon took the heart out of the cooler he accidently dropped the floppy little thing. The quick-moving OR nurse (she attributes this to her daily Zumba classes), made a dive for it and she was able to bat it into the air in a great save. It bounced off the assisting surgeon and hit the floor. The doc felt the "five-second rule" applied here because it was within the sterile field. The OR tech took it to the sink for a quick rinse off and it was as good as new. Back to the cooler it went to use in case there was a need. Honestly, if I was in that position I'd hate to waste a perfectly good heart, as well. It'd be a cryin' shame, in my professional opinion.
The group's next question was, "Will she sue"? "Would she demand an investigation and that his licence be suspended in the meantime"? Cis said she really saw no need as it seems the ticker was working quite well. Besides, the surgeon was very good looking and had a great bedside manner. It would be terrible to take a gifted surgeon like that out of circulation while he went through all that mess.
With this news, Cis began to understand the strange things she found happening since the surgery. I seemed she no longer had a love for chocolate, but now had strange cravings for Peking Duck. This definitely presents a problem as there is no where south of the River that serves it. Thus, when Pip takes her to her daily cardiac rehab in Valpo, they make a stop afterwards at the Dynasty Chinese Buffet. Since it's not served in the buffet, she has to order off the menu. Pip happens to like the variety on the buffet and eats that until she's comfortably satisfied.
Speaking of rehab, there was a mixup in the physician's order. She was first directed to what turned out to be Alcoholics Anonymous for rehab. Citing her feeling that, as she says, "Alcohol rehab is for quitters". She refused to go. The gaff was discovered at her first post op appointment and the proper rehab was ordered.
You'd probably say "all's well that ends well", but not Cis. It seems that her complaint (and the resulting somber mood) was because she was dissatisfied with the resulting 63" scar. Not the length, mind you, but she felt instead of being stapled from stem to stern they should have called in a plastic surgeon to use tiny sutures to close (Medicare pays for that). That way she wouldn't have a "Frankenstein-like" scar. Doggone it Cis. My heart bleeds. Shut up and eat your meatloaf. At least they closed you up.
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