Hospital Visit

So I would have to say hospitals are my least favorite places in the world. And I have had enough horrible accidents and mistakes from my younger years to back up my statement. Plus add my visit to the hospital today.
Today I had an appointment at 1:15 at the plaster room to find out if I needed surgery for my wrist. Atleast some grumpy lady told me last week that I had an appointment at 1:15 pm today. I waited until about 3 pm to see the orthopedic doctor that was in today. First I got my cast removed and saw that there was still a lot of bruising, underneath my fore arm was blue and green from wrist to elbow as well as my knuckles and hand. The doctor came in and said I should of been sent for an xray first and he told me sorry for the mistake and to come back after the xray. Nice, don't you think I could of done that already in my 2 hour wait to see him. So on to the xray where 20 people were waiting ahead of me. Another 2 hours roll by and I'm back to see the doc and if he wants surgery. He notices all the bruising and asks me if that was from the fall. Don't you think I should be asking him that question. Doc looks at the xrays and they look better with my bone spacing and no need for surgery. Then he says he will see me in 3 weeks and sends someone in to put on a nice, smaller, lighter, new cast. Yeah, this did not happen. For sure I got a new cast, put it in no way is nicer, smaller, or cooler. Maybe lighter, but it sucks. The guy put the cast on so tight that now my purple fingers are white. I'm thinking if I eat shwarma that all the salt retention might cause my arm to swell and send me running to the ER to ask them to take the cast off with bad garlic breath. I sit here wondering how small my arm is going to mold into during the next 3 weeks. I fear to eat and gain a pound. The guy didn't make it any shorter either, and now I have to type with the computer 3 feet away from my face. I'm sure work is going to go real well for the next while.
Derrick was nice enough to join me in my visit to the hospital today. I guess he doesn't realize that when I ask him to go with me, I just really want his company to make the time go by faster. Instead he uses the visit to socialize with his co workers in the ER. He did though try to get me a splint rather than a cast, but the docter said no way for my clean break of the head of my radius bone. Derricks intentions on the splint were so I could do the dishes, the doctor didn't find this funny at all.
So after my 4 hour wait for a scheduled appointment at the hospital it was clear to me that Derrick, who didn't even think my wrist was broken some time ago, isn't the only one who works at a hospital who doesn't know what's going on.
To end on some good news, today I did get an email saying I was nominated to do Worlds for cyclocross this month in Italy. Not only was I nominated but then selected for Team Canada. Even though I am not planning on going, I am still pretty honoured. Canada has the opportunity to send 5 women this year but only4 were selected by the committee as they only felt these four had met the standards to actually compete. So this is pretty cool because I didn't even think I qualified. I am planning on going next year, but this year I could not afford to go back again to Europe in such short notice. Not to mention about the broken wrist, but I'm sure if I had the money I would find a saw and be on the next plane to Italy. Derrick also made the alternate list which is crazy as well. Who would of thought the dynamic duo could be selected for Team Canada together.
So wish me luck with my healing and keep your fingers crossed that when the cast comes off in three weeks there is no further damage and my arm is not all deformed like it was when I broke it back in eigth grade. Yeah that was one to remember, the doctor took my cast off after 6 weeks, saw that my bones had growned together and formed me two elbows. Then he said he was going on vacation and would sent me to a specialist. What I think he meant to say was that he screwed up beyond what he could correct and he would send me to someone who knew what they were doing.
Enough said.
NCE
P.S. If the doctor I saw today reads this, I am really just joking, and please don't ever make me have surgery.