When it’s two weeks until your hysterectomy, the Anesthesia Office calls to go over your medical history (again), then they tell you you’re supposed to have a pre-op physical. And yet your surgeon’s office had told you that you don’t. You had asked them about this a couple months ago, and they told you on two separate occasions that you don’t need one. So you leave a message with the surgeon’s office while thinking “Fine, fine, everything’s fine, now will someone clarify what I’m supposed to do?”
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