“Did I have a living will?” Asked the desk nurse. “Yes,” I answered.
I was living when I walked in to the facility. And, I expected to be living, when I departed.
“Your blood pressure’s a little high,” The nurse commented. Could it have something to do with waiting so long? After waiting over an hour, the doctor came in for a ten-minute consultation.
What a circuitous path it had been so far. It started with being chided by my spouse for snoring, and possibly having sleep apnea.
My insurance plan gatekeepers deemed an overnight at the local sleep clinic unnecessary. A home study kit, from a health equipment vendor, for two or three nights, was an acceptable substitute.
It had been around six weeks since the process began. The first health equipment provider, repeatedly, failed to call to arrange delivery. The local sleep clinic advised, that particular company had gone out of business, without regard to their clients.
“What a way to run a railroad?” I thought. A second health equipment company summoned, and they called this past week. Delivery promised in three to five business days. I just wanted to do the study and see it through to the end.
That would be the end of this tale, if it were not for the gastroenterological issues. The barium swallow test at the hospital, went well–or so, I thought at that time.
Another referral, to a gastroenterology clinic, resulted in a future hospital visit, for an endoscopy. For those unfamiliar, it was similar to a colonoscopy, except from the other end.