Tuesday started with a fizzle at 8 a.m. I had to go back to the ear surgeon in Brighton for yet another (weekly) check-up and chat. My ear sucks.
Then, on to the other surgeon’s office at Newark-Wayne. “It hurts. It started a couple of weeks ago, but got really bad the last few days,” I bemoaned to the doctor on Tuesday (6/3). They immediately sent me in for a knee x-ray. Upon seeing the results, they believed it was a meniscus tear in my left knee. To ensure the findings, I had to leave the Newark-Wayne Hospital Campus and travel to Geneva, where the office there could perform an MRI (Magnetic Resonance Imaging). The office gave me a DVD with the results on it to give to the doctor’s office back in Newark. As Wife Patti (the chauffeur for the day) and I began our travel back to Newark, we received a call. The doctors and staff at the Newark office were conducting afternoon hours in Geneva.
We immediately turned around back to the Geneva Office. There, they confirmed the meniscus tear in the knee and set up an immediate surgery for Wednesday (6/4) at Newark Wayne.
Before the surgery, I had to drive back to Newark for a pre-surgery EKG (electrocardiogram) which is a standard test that checks for problems with the electrical activity of your heart. I have had dozens of them.
After that I could call and get the time for the surgery the next day. But wait! The technician found something aflutter on the EKG. I could not proceed with the surgery until a Cardiologist examined the EKG. That appointment was set for Wednesday morning. If he gave the go ahead, I could still possibly have the surgery that day.
But nooo! The cardiologist, after another EGG and a scan test of my heart, wanted more assurances that I would not croak on the opearting table while getting my meniscus tear repaired.
That brought me to Thursday. After a night and morning of fasting, I travelled to a medical building on Winton Road in Brighton. There, a Nuclear Medical Specialist gave me what they referred to as a nuclear stress test. (The one you take without actually moving) After 2 1/2 hours, the results were in. They found a blockage in the artery to the heart and I would need a stent put in. The really bad news is that because of the type of medicated stent, they probably would not be able to fix the very painful meniscus tear in my knee for at least six months.
Now, let’s go from head to foot. I need to wear Croc shoes for 99% of the time because of a toe joint replacement. My right knee has had three surgeries, including a total knee replacement. I had a groin hernia surgery and of course, bladder cancer, involving two medial operations and an every 3 month invasion of a camera up into my bladder. I had three, not two, carpel tunnel operations in one year and five, yes five, trigger finger operations. Oh, and don’t forget all those hemorrhoids, gall and kidney stones.
Moving up the body, I have had both eyes operated on and my left ear two times to preserve my hearing. Then there were the very painful neck operations and surgically implanted things that look like ladders, screws and bolts.
To put it bluntly, I am the real Bionic Man! If I knew all this shit was going to happen, I would have chosen a career as a daredevil, or circus/medical oddity. I will, however make an interesting medical cadaver some day — hopefully way in the future!