Fellow Traveler is back home -- very tired, and in a lot of pain, but doing fine.
Here's how things work sometimes at the VA: When she got there, she was informed by her nurses that she was getting prepped for a carpal tunnel release. "No, I'm not," she said. "I'm getting my thumb joint replaced." "No, you're not," argued the staff. "It says here you're getting a carpal tunnel release." One nurse scolded her for wasting time by refusing to sign her release for treatment. "I am not signing off on a surgery I'm not having," FT insisted. "I want to see the doctor."
After some huffing and pouting from the nurses the doctor was summoned -- and was livid to discover this surgery snafu, which evidently originated with an intern's paperwork error. In addition, it turned out that FT's surgery was supposed to involve an overnight stay at the hospital, not the day surgery she'd been told it was. At this point FT informed the doctor she wasn't going to remain in the hospital long enough to have another stupid mistake inflicted on her, so the doctor agreed to let her come home that afternoon.
So, anway...FT is hopped up on Demerol, still feeling pretty tough...but dreaming of golfing and kayaking and even the ability to hold a large coffee mug again in her right hand.