I had everything worked out. I had all my prescriptions ordered. I had my payment plan worked out. I made sure Jeremy was home to drive me. I had everything planned. I was ready. But three days before surgery my foot started hurting. It was a tell-tale sign, but I ignored it. The day before my surgery the pain had gotten so bad I went to my DR and did bloodwork. Later that day the hospital in Dallas called to do my pre-registration. When I mentioned the foot pain and my suspicions that the gout has flared up again, she told me we'd have to wait and see if they would proceed with the surgery. teared up, but was sure something like gout was not going to stop me.
A few hours later Dr. A. called and sadly told me that they had cancelled my surgery. The hospital did not feel comfortable operating on a diabetic with an active gout flare - it was deemed to risky. He apologized over and over and told me he would reschedule with me right away. I hung up with him and broke down crying right there in the break room. The walls weren't soundproof, so I'm sure my coworkers heard me bawling. I had to call my boss and tell her to cancel the time off I had scheduled and that I'd be at work the next day. I spent the rest of the day and the weekend crying and pouting.
It's a new week and I've started the gout medicine, so it'll be another week before everything clears up. I won't reschedule my surgery until I'm sure the flare is gone. For some reason God decided this was not the right time for me to have my surgery, although I have no idea why. Yeah yeah I know I'm not supposed to know why - but I'm getting tired of having meltdowns and going insane.
I still gotta pick myself up by my bootstraps and get ready for the next surgery date. Whenever that may be.
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