Yesterday I had half of my thryroid taken out cause it was ginormous. In other words I had a goiter. Anyway it took me a very long time to de-grog from the anesthesia. Around six o'clock a pretty mean nurse came on and I got into an argument with her in a very grown up and mature way...or maybe it was the drugs...who knows.
-Well your husband isn't actually a doctor
-Yes he is
-No he isn't
-He didn't go to med school
-Umm yes he did. He's an md not a tech
-Well he doesn't see patients
-Yes he does
-No he doesn't, he sits in a dark room reading x-rays
-except when he does ultra sounds and interventional procedures
-Oh
I guess I showed her! She kicked me out of recovery pretty swiftly after that. I'm so proud of the way I argued like a first grader.
5 comments:
You just rocked her world!! :)
And that's what they call "keepin' it real." I love it!
way to defend Robs honor!
You should be in bed resting, not blogging! The goiter god will throw a huge one at the remaining portion (Uncle Stephen explained that if one part was huge and the other little, they are not halves) of your thyroid if you don't obey nurse's orders -- she is the goiter god!
D.
That is so funny! Thanks for the laugh.
Why did you have to have it removed? I remember all your "goiter trauma" from med school. Hopefully this will help!
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