Wednesday was not a good day. At some ridiculous hour, 09.00 (9 am for PT) I had an appointment at the Royal Prince Alfred Hospital Medical Centre, I was booked in for an ‘Echo’ test prior to my appointment with Prof. Kilian, Cardiologist, for my annual check up.
Prof Kilian was the bloke that gave God, aka Dr Sandrouussi, the okay to chop me up a couple of years back. He’s a lovely bloke, I like him, Kerry doesn’t for some reason, I think he scares her. He’s very disciplined, no messing about, straight talking, how could I not like him?
As usual there was no waiting, I don’t bother taking a book to read whenever I have to go to the RPA, or the RPA Medical Centre. There’s no messing about, if you have an appointment for 9, you just better be there.
Would you believe, that when you arrive and check in, the time’s recorded! True, I saw it on the card I had to hand in on leaving. “Appointment 09.00 Arrived 08.56”. I was cutting it fine, Kerry dropped me off, and took Coco to the park for his run. He had a lovely time, when they came to pick me up, he was covered in mud.
Normally the ‘Echo’ thing takes around 25/30 minutes in and out, yesterdays took a bit longer. It took around 50 minutes
Being a teaching hospital, the RPA is attached to the University of Sydney, hereinafter referred to as the Uni, and yesterday, it was my pleasure to be little Sir Echoed by one of the students/undergraduates, post graduates, whatever of the Uni, under the guidance of a qualified ‘Echo’ taker.
I like being a guinea pig, I had a great old time, when I was in the RPA for the month back in 2015. I was everyones, guinea pig that is! 😀
At 11.00, I went to see my new GP Dr Ping Nee, I imagine she’s keeping Dr Francis aware of what’s happening. She looked a bit down when I went into her rooms; it didn’t last long after I opened up with “looks like my mates come back to haunt me”, I don’t think Percy had told her that I knew about the blood, in the specimens.
I asked if she thought that I’d now got cancer in the lower regions, and she said there’s a distinct possibility, what with my record. I told her okay, fine, we’ll just let nature run it’s course, and she said that she’d like to talk to God, although she actually blasphemed, and called him Charbel, Dr Sandroussi prefers to be addressed by his first name, and Dr Ping Nee was once a disciple of his. I cannot bring myself to address him as anything but Doctor or God.
Being an atheist, socialist, and of Arab descent, he really doesn’t give a damn what we humans call him.
Rambling on as usual.
Dr Ping Nee decided that she would ring God, there and then, I told her to go for it, but that he wasn’t into the bottom end, he was into the top end; that is the upper gastrointestinal. She hopped onto the phone and rang his office. He wasn’t there! It was Wednesday.
Wednesday is chop ’em up day.
Every Wednesday, Dr Sandroussi spends hour, after hour, poring over inert bodies stretched beneath him, cutting ripping and sowing, removing deadly cancers, extending lives, all the while teaching his devoted disciples the art, of which he is master.
They hold him in awe!
Thursday was another hectic day. I’d changed my appointment to see Prof. Kilian to the afternoon. In the morning Dr. Ping Nee rang me to say that she’d spoken to Charbel, (I’m going to have to speak to her about that) and that he wanted to see me, and I was to ring Irene, his receptionist/secretary and make an appointment.
Naturally I did as I was told, and rang her, she was unavailable, I spoke to another lass, made an appointment for me to see God, at 15.00 hrs (3.00 pm PT) on Thursday 8th June. All that was left now was my meeting with the Professor at 14.00 hrs.
Kerry and Coco planned on taking me, normally we’d have left Coco at home, so that she could come into the surgeons rooms for a sticky beak, but as I told you, she doesn’t like Prof. Kilian so we took Coco along to keep her company whilst waiting for me.
We were lucky, we got a parking spot, very close to the ‘Centre’, so instead of going to the park, like she did the day before, she decided to wait and we’d all go, when I came out.
I was in good time, ten minutes early, and I was informed that the Prof. wouldn’t be long, a few minutes before time he came got my file, and went back to the inner sanctum, his usual practice. But it was five minutes past the hour when he called me in. Most unusual!
The grilling as to how I was feeling, how I’d been since our last consultation followed, I told him about the current problem, and how Dr Ping Nee had been in touch with Dr. Sandroussi. So more grilling. Then, strip down, on the bed/gurney/couch or whatever the thing is we hop up on is called.
Blood pressure. Up! Have you been taking the Micardis? No! Why? Dr Francis said my BP was good and to stop taking the stuff! Okay I’m going to take an ECG. No messing about with this bloke. 😀
Right put your cloths back on, take a seat.
“You’ve got problems with the valves, and we are going to have to operate to fix them” “No way” says me “I’ve had enough operations to last me a lifetime”. “Well theres no way you can have an operation for cancer, with your heart in it’s present state”. ” No worries” says me “I’ve already told Dr Ping Nee that if I do have cancer , that’s it, I’m letting nature take it’s course”.
Okay says the Prof. but I want to see you again in 3 months, normally I see him once a year, it appears that he’s more concerned about me than I am.
They’re great doctors and surgeons at the Royal Prince Alfred Hospital.
My troubles didn’t end there. This morning at some ridiculous hour, (before 09.00) the phone rang, and as Kerry was not home, I thought that perhaps I’d better answer the damned thing, in case it was she with orders that I need obey. Lucky for me that it wasn’t!
It was Irene, (those following this drama will recall that Irene is Gods secretary receptionist) to tell me that Dr Sandroussi wished to see me sooner than the 8th June, could I come in next Monday. “Sorry” says I, “I can’t make Monday”. Finally we settled on Thursday week, the 25th May.
Does anyone think that maybe these men are preparing to sharpen their knives? 😈