Evan got his wisdom teeth out yesterday and did not react gracefully to the anesthetic.

Most people are groggy and maybe nauseus but he was really groggy and nauseus.  Poor guy.  When all that wore off, he was in pain.  Of course they gave him a prescription for all that but he still wasn’t himself.  He seems much better today though.

The good part is that he works at that doctor’s office so he’ll have full-time advice when he goes back to work tomorrow.  Plenty of free advice from the doc himself – pretty sweet.  Believe it or not, the surgeon called us last night.  I’ve never heard of a doctor calling a patient before.

When Mel had her surgeries during the breast cancer episode each surgeon showed up for five minutes after the procedures to tell me how they went and then disappeared forever.  The numbers we called for advice were all automated systems that eventually rolled over to a nurse and she never saw the surgeons again until a followup appointment weeks later.  Come to think of it I don’t think she ever saw the same health care giver more than once consecutively. I’ve always imagined the hospital having a secret bat cave entrance somewhere behind a row of bushes.  Perhaps the surgeons and other doctors punch the accelerators of their BMWs or Lexuses and blast through these bushes and over a river into a secret underground tunnel so that all us patients cannot get access to them other than to run the gauntlet of the health care system; first seeing the receptionists, nurses, physician’s assistants, lab technicians, and insurance verifiers – none of whom know the whole story.


Once recently, while the road past my doctor’s office was being repaved, the detour took us around the office and I would gaze around the side and back of it looking for some side door where the doctor might sneak in and out.  I also looked for an ostentatious Lexus SUV or something.  I’m not proud of this BTW.  But I never saw anything.  Perhaps his entrance is via underground tunnel whose access is inside.

I guess what makes me uneasy is that none of us is under the care of anybody any more.  We are cared for by “the system”.  No one individual ever gets to know us or deal with us at all for more than a few minutes.

But the oral surgeon called us directly.  My hat is off to him.  Of course, he’s right out of school and is new to this.  They’ll probably beat him into submission soon but for now, he’s created a positive blog entry for himself.