He went, by himself, like a big kid.
He was texting me all morning telling me how slow they were running and that he still hadn't seen the doc at 9:45 for a 8:30 appointment. Then, when I finally had to go see my own patients, he texted me 5 times while he was trying to schedule the surgery for Vericocelectomy. I couldn't answer so he scheduled it on his own for next Thursday.
I have to work next Thursday...as usual. And can't get off work...as usual. But this time, it is impossible for me to get off. My boss has spent thousands of dollars on marketing for a seminar to get new patients in. I am the speaker for the seminar and several of the attendees have appointments with me afterwards, so there is the potential for many sales and no one to cover and no way to reschedule.
H could reschedule for the following Thursday, but I am already scheduled to go to Phoenix for training, plane tickets purchased, hotel reserved, and all monies paid (non-refundable, of course).
H made me feel really horrible for not being able to go with him for the surgery.
He reminded me of the fact that for the last 3 surgeries he has had while we've been together (two shoulder surgeries, and one major ankle surgery) I have not been able to go. But those were with the VA and he had no other choice of days. And he is a horrible sick guy, he is just miserable for the whole recovery. His dad had told me about his first shoulder surgery and offered to come take care of him.
He could do this surgery on a Tuesday, but doesn't want to miss the whole week of work and school.
If he doesn't get it done in the next 2 weeks, it could be a while before they can get him back in.
Luckily, his dad drives the 7-8 hour trip to take him and bring him back and stay for a day or two every time he needs surgery. He can come next Thursday.
But...I'm sure I'll never hear the end of this.
