During this tropical storm Debby, my son drove me to Jacksonville. Three hours later we are at the Lab, doing Dr ordered blood work in the Davis Building. ("He" has been so gracious with his time. I do appreciate him and all he does for me.) Once again, plans go awry.
After labs, we head for the Mayo building with him pushing me in a wheel chair. We check in on the 1st floor, move to the 5th floor and are told that they aren't ready for me until 12:30. It is now 10:30. They advise that we can go eat. The cafeteria is back in Davis building. He wheels me back over to Davis, I eat. He just had something to drink. Afterward, we have to traipse back across the campus to the Mayo building.
We arrive at the 5th floor waiting area at approximately noon, and settle down to wait again. As I have said, Mayo is very exacting with their scheduling. Today was no exception. At 12:30 the nurse comes out, takes me back into the procedure rooms area and I undress and put on the "fashionable" procedure wear. And, I wait.
Donna, the assigned nurse, came back into the "holding" area and sits down in the other chair. "I see you are taking Coumadin. When did you stop your medication?" I didn't know what she was asking. I HAD NOT stopped the pills. "We have a slight dilemma." My thought was "We who Paleface?" (Old joke)
She asked if Dr Dorcher had advised me to stop the meds. I said if he did I had not remembered. They can't do the procedure while I am taking the meds, and my cardiologist must "sign off" on the procedure. (Someone at Mayo had dropped the ball.) Sooooooooo, basically we made a six hour trip to have blood work done. And, they had not even included the PTINR test to check the clotting level. It's time to head for home.
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