Yesterday was supposed to be surgery day for Farmer H. Not a big deal. Not as extensive as his last surgery, the "roto-rooter" procedure. This was just revisiting the scene of that medical crime, to snip out a piece of scar tissue, and cauterize a few blood vessels. But it was not to be! No Friday the 13th surgery for Farmer H. That's just as well.
Farmer H had a couple of doctor appointments this week. At the one on Tuesday, they did a lot of bloodwork. According to Farmer H, "They took about 20 tubes of blood out of me." I think he exaggerates. He's not afraid of needles like Genius, so it's not about the trauma. More like bravado.
Anyhoo... Thursday afternoon, while out on Errand Day, The Pony got a call from Farmer H while I was inside paying for gas.
"Oh, Mom. Dad called. He said he got a call from his doctor, and his surgery is off. So I don't have to drive him tomorrow morning. He said they'll call sometime to reschedule. But they can't to it tomorrow, because he has a UTI. They're calling in a prescription for him."
Well. Farmer H had been to Illinois for merchandise, and was taking it to his SUS2.5, and meeting a customer for a previous sale. So he called back once I was in T-Hoe, and asked me to pick up his prescription.
"Can you get it for me? I won't be home in time. It'll probably be 6:30, because I'm waiting on this guy."
Of course I picked up Farmer H's prescription. I'm not a monster! Even though it meant that I had to drive about 50 yards out of my way, across the moat at the Gas Station Chicken Store, over to his pharmacy. This time, the prescription was ready. They sent it out the tray to me in the drive-thru. No charge.
Maybe Farmer H's scar tissue will tear itself loose before the surgery is rescheduled. Maybe not. He thinks it will probably be after the holidays before they can work him in. Right now he's having kind-of-okay days and not-so-bad days. It doesn't seem to be as urgent as it was a month ago.
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