Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Sean (3:28 PM): When I worked with him, he assumed that I couldn’t do my job. Tried to drive. Then told our boss once we were done on shift that he recommended I take a few hours of CE to re-examine what it was like to be ‘nice to patients.’
I winced.
Naomi (3:30 PM): Did you kill him after that? Because that’s seriously what I want to do.
Sean (3:34 PM): No. But I did write him up for leaving the ambulance unattended with the keys in it because he was a douche.
That was a big no-no.
The ambulance was a million-dollar machine when you added in all the equipment and drugs that were on board along with the cost of the ambulance itself. We were instructed from day one of orientation never to leave the rigs unattended, and if we witnessed it being done, then to report it.
Naomi (3:34 PM): I didn’t know you were so petty.
I laughed as I said this, knowing that he wouldn’t apologize at all.
“Do you think you’ll get to the sweeping and mopping some time today?” That was Larry, the loser.
I didn’t bother looking up from my phone, instead focusing on deep breathing in order not to tell the man currently sitting next to me to fuck off and eat shit.
Luckily, my telephone rang, emitting a loud peel that made Larry the lazy jump.
Grinning inwardly, I put the phone to my ear.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Naomi. This is Dr. Corvey’s office.”
I blinked.
“Hello!” I said chipperly. “Is my appointment canceled?”
“No,” the woman said. “We were just hoping you’d be willing to move it to this afternoon instead of tomorrow. Dr. Corvey has a conflict, and would like us to move all of tomorrow's appointments to today, if possible.”
The door opened and I grinned, waving at my replacement.
“I can come right now,” I informed her. “It’ll take me fifteen minutes, max, to get there.”
“That’s wonderful. Be sure to have your insurance card with you,” she ordered.
Promising I would, I waved at Melly, my replacement, and rushed out the door.
I arrived at my appointment an hour late, and left an hour and a half later with a surgery date for two days from then.
What did I do once I was done? Not call the man I should’ve called.
Instead, I went home, took a shower and started getting ready for surgery. Sean worked the next day and I didn’t know if I should tell him I was having my colostomy reversal or if he would even be interested. I was busy with pre-surgery bowel preps and laxatives, but I got my duffel bag repacked with comfortable clothes and called my boss to arrange a few weeks off. However, I still put off actually calling Sean. He texted me often, but I never answered.
The next morning, I went into surgery, with no one in the waiting room waiting for me.
Chapter 10
If you’re willing to share your bacon with her, she might be the one.
-Dating tips
Naomi
One week later
“Now, I want you to take it easy, young lady,” said the doctor who was my ticket out of the hospital after he’d completed my final exam before discharge. “If you have any unusual problems, please feel free to call my office, and my on-call staff will relay the information. If I think what you’re experiencing warrants further examination, I’ll likely send you straight back to the ER, okay?”
I nodded emphatically.
“Keep taking the stool softeners. Don’t be surprised if you’re in the bathroom for long periods of time, or if you find that you need to go urgently or frequently,” he continued. “Also, make sure that you don’t strain. A little blood in the stool is normal, a lot of blood in your stool means you need to call. If at any time something doesn’t seem right, call. Okay?”
I nodded once more.
He grinned at me. “I’m glad I got back in time to release you.”
I was, too.
The doctor, I’d realized during the appointment to schedule my reversal, was a nice guy. He was a part of the national guard, and went once a month to do his duties. He said he loved being in the military, so he didn’t mind the continued commitment. He had spent part of this past week at the Alabama National Guard in Montgomery.
All of my x-rays and scans had come back great. I had healed better than they expected. So I’d taken him up on the offer of the reversal.
In that week’s time, I’d had a bad go of it.
I’d found out that I was allergic to two medications. I also found out that pooping wasn’t the same as it used to be.
Something that came as a surprise, even though I’d been warned beforehand by the doctor.
“All right, then,” Dr. Corvey said as he stood up from his stool. “I’ll get the nurse to bring you your release papers.”