Wilson Never Does Anything

Except talk to House that is. It would be easier if this were an episode of House. On House the medical mystery is never cancer (except the one time with the huge guy that had lung cancer and nobody thought to check because they were convinced he was sick due to his weight, he ended up being told he wasn't going to make it much longer, so maybe i should be more selective about which House episode we are in). Regardless, House is always over in an hour, or sometimes two, and that would be nice. Come to think of it Grey's Anatomy, which is at least about surgery (ok soap opera surgery) is generally over in about an hour, though ABC likes to make the episodes an hour and three minutes, one lesson learned the hard way with DVR. There are never surgeries that take anywhere from eight to twenty-four hours, with doctors working in shifts to stay rested. So where's the Grey's episode where no-one sleeps with anyone else, and a team of somewhere around three or four surgeons works around the clock removing and replacing a part of a twenty three year-olds tongue? Probably not interesting enough, although the reconstruction part of the surgery is really cool as it was explained today by the plastic surgeon. If they take the flap of skin and tissue from her forearm we won't have to worry about cancer there. Guess what they fill it in with to make me say something so brash??? 5 points to the person that answers correctly, points can be redeemed towards free airfare, point value is one penny per point, to be paid on arrival via charter jet to our doorstep. The answer will come tomorrow I'm told, so you should wait anxiously on the edge of your seat for it.

Shifting gears, I'm convinced that even though I have a blue-tooth, it is the technology that will bring about the fall of humanity as we know it. Today in the waiting room a larger lady that was in a wheel chair with a broken leg came in. She had her daughter move a chair for her so she could sit and not block an aisle. It was at this point what shall be known as the demise good ol' common courtesy began.
Lady (shouting): Hello! Hello! Hello! Can you hear me? Blah Blah Blah. Hello! Hello! Hello! Are you there? Blah Blah Blah Hello! Hello! Hello!...

You get the idea I'm sure.

Shifting gears again, Dr. Kaplan was a very nice person, and probably the second youngest of the doctor's we've met so far. Seeing as how this was a plastic surgery center he had a flip book of before and after pictures from surgeries that have been done there. He took a picture of Stephanie's tongue an I told her it would be pretty rockin' if she made it to the flip book because the lesion would probably scare the bejeezes out of the person looking through the pictures.

No new news today, Wednesday is pre-op preparation day and meet with the speech therapist day. we will be told exactly how close to the crack of dawn our presence is required at the hospital and hopefully get our insurance stuff squared away as far as allowing Stephanie to be admitted.