We are preparing to leave for St. Paul’s Hospital for an afternoon of blood tests, procedure discussions and, I’m sure, listening to the myriad ways they might kill me next Friday. Maybe its my law background motivating extra caution but they sure seem to be going beyond the norm to be sure they have informed consent. I’m just glad the chances are minimal of any of the deadly complications they warn me about occuring. If the odds were proportionate to the amount of time they talk about it, I would be dead already.
Wish me luck today. I wish they would tell me how to study for these tests.