FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
So my knee surgery is supposed to be tomorrow.
It’s been almost a year of knee pain and while I am (was) terrified, I also wanted this done.
Everybody agreed.
Platelets over 50 and we’re good.
Then today the anesthesiologist decided to swerve out of their fucking lane and demand my hematologist put it in writing.
Do they contact my U of M doctor? You know, the one who actually knows his shit?
Oh hell no.
They contact my Saginaw hematologist.
But she’s not in the office today.
So her partner, some schmuck I have never laid eyes on steps in and decides my platelets must be over 70!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not happening.
And the topper is, when I explained there is no way my platelets would get that high, the nurse said the doctor recommended, “They can give you a transfusion!”
EXCUSE THE FUCK OUT OF ME??????
As their own records show (and as my U of M doctor told me) AND AS THEY SHOULD JUST FUCKING KNOW BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO SPECIALIZE IN, transfusions make it worse – WAY WORSE.
I have a call in to my U of M doctor (who, of course, is not available), but they said they would try to have one of the nurses fax something to my surgeon’s office. Chances of that happening in time for the surgery to happen?
How about no fucking way? FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!
Step One – find a new local hematologist.
Thoughts from a Fat Old Lady 
Teri – so sorry it’s turning into such a clusterfuck preop for you. I’ll keep a good thought for my fellow fat old lady with a bum knee; believe me, I know your pain & want it gone ASAP. Hang in there & (hate to put it this way) break a leg.
I know I’d like to break some anesthetist’s leg.