Robby's surgery is Friday and, although I realize it is a minor
procedure, my nerves are beginning to take fray. I know that the surgery
is necessary, but it feels unnatural putting his well-being and safety
in the hands of others. I am sure that this stems from my
control-seeking tendencies.
Between
fielding phone calls from the hospital, navigating through my insurance
and securing the correct pre-op paperwork and testing, I am fairly
certain that my time investment exceeds the time Robby will be in the
operating room. The pre-op paperwork, obviously a
one-form-fits-everybody document, took me nearly 45 minutes to complete.
Questions ranged from generic to the absurdly detailed, requiring both
simple check marks and verbose written explanations. "Are you
pregnant?" was followed by "If no, please explain your certainty." Not
knowing what to say, I simply wrote that "I know with certainty that I
am not pregnant because I am a 7 year old boy."
The
tricky wording of each question reminded me of the LSATs, forcing me to
carefully read each word to choose the correct response. Double
negatives and trick questions kept me from simply checking "no" by rote.
Had I not read the questions carefully, I would have agreed that Robby
didn't have an active heart rate, that he was on a liquid diet and he
consumed alcoholic beverages.
Each of the
175 questions, with spaces for explanation, were required to be
completed before the form could be accepted for submission. I was asked
marital status (single) and occupation (elementary student) three
separate times! By the time I was finally finished with the forms I was
ready to bang my head against the wall in frustration.
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