I'm sorry guys, I just have to vent for a moment!
I had my two week followup today, my Dr. wanted to see if my fissure had improved, if not we were going to schedule surgery. It took every ounce of courage to get myself there today know that I would be setting a date for the very first surgery of my life. Once I finally saw my Dr. he seemed to not know much about me, even though I just saw him a few weeks ago! Anyway, I tell him I want to have LIS, and he tells me he won't know what he needs to do to me until I'm out in the OR so he wants consent for anal dilation, LIS, and a skin flap procedure (can't remember what he called that) just in case. Whatever, just freaking fix me already! So the lady comes in to get my consent and schedule my appointment. I tell her that I need a month notice to be able to get the time off work, and I live almost 2 hours away so I can't be there first thing in the morning. Especially since the prep said I needed to do 2 Fleet enemas 2 hours before surgery. She informs me that I have to be there at the time they tell me. I asked what if I can't make it here at that time? She said they wouldn't be able to do my surgery that day then. WTF?!? Then she said well I can tentatively put you down for 11 or 12 but I can't guarantee that we won't need you to come in earlier.
So according to them if they say my surgery is at 8 am, I have to get up around 2 am and do my enemas, leave my house at 4 am to give me the necessary 2 hours to get to the hospital to arrive at 6 am since I have to be there 1 1/2 to 2 hours before my surgery time. Sounds fun right? Plus this scheduling idiocy is explained to me in the rudest tone possible. Finally I get upset at being talked down to and being told "that's just the way it is" that I left the room, requested my records and asked to speak to someone about my complaints. They get the office manager, who makes me wait 20 mins while she gets the secretary's side of the story! WTF? Are you kidding me? Once I finally get to speak with her she talks down to me the way the first lady did. She asked me why I just didn't see a doctor in my town (umm there are no CRS in my town or I would be there!) and why didn't I find someone to stay with the night before my surgery? I was so pissed I just left. No one ever apologized or even acted regretful that I wasn't getting help. I will never be back there.
If you read that whole thing, bless your heart! I'm so sick of my AF and stupid "medical professionals" that offer no help whatsoever.