03-20-06: surgeon love note

So this morning I emailed my surgeon in NYC.  I don't know if it's because he's French, or if it's because he's trying to put the fear of g-d in me, but dude, this sounds a bit stern.  Maybe it's just me.

Here's all it says: 

1) You need to see me as soon as possible.
2) Bring a copy of all the catscan and recent barium Xrays.
3) you need to have your gallbladder removed.
4) I can do this laparoscopically, explore for internal hernias, and fix the pain in your umbilicus, the day after you come for your consultation here.
So looks like we're gonna have some choppity chop chop sooner rather than later. 

I do remember him being a man of few words; and frankly, some of the sm4r3st people are those who aren't so good with the social skillz. 

The only sucktastic thing is that he doesn't accept my insurance.  So, do I take out a $20K loan to have my guts fixed by the man who knows 'em best, or do I just hope he can write hella good instructions for some Delaware doc?

Anyhoo, I won't know anything until tomorrow.  Must call Wilmington Hospital and see if my films, reports, etc. have even made it to their file room yet. 

I'll keep y'all updated.

And for the record, I'm not particularly worried or wigged out.  It's all good.

Fortune Teller Miracle Fish today tells me I am: In love. Sweeeeeeeet!