I switched hospitals. Too tired to go into it all, but I’m glad I did it. Meanwhile, my new team is moving heaven and earth to get me scheduled for back surgery with a neurosurgeon. My only complaint (and you knew I’d have one) is that going here is like entering a large airport and it’s a bit overwhelming. But the quality of care makes up for it.
(Some trivia: The hospital is built on the site of the old Pennsylvania Convention Center, where I graduated high school in 1972. I saw the Who open for Herman’s Hermits here! The Beatles played here on their first American tour. My brother was allowed to go, I wasn’t.)
The new pancreas surgeon is one of the top guys in the country and has done hundreds of Whipple surgeries. It is probably the single most complicated surgery there is, I don’t want a talented amateur at the wheel.
It looks like me picking up the grand-kids at their elementary school.
This video is during a slow time. You can’t believe how bad it is.
Highland Hospital in Oakland has such famous wait times that there is a movie about it, but boy do I miss the level of care I got there.