When I finally get back Lee Summit, I call colleen and suzie over at Gurlie's office. They insist I go back to mo bap to have another doctor look at drain and fluid build up. I'm horrified. Imagining having to go through the drain insertion ordeal all over again, I drive down highway 70 blinded by hysterical outbreaks of tears.
When I get to the hospital, there's some waiting involved. Its late in the day though so I get pushed through the system. End back up on the gurney waiting still for the doctor to come look at me. He finally comes in. Looks at the drain. Leaves the curtained room. Returns two seconds later with a syringe. Unscrews the drain from the tube.
"wait a second. That thing unscrews!"
Then he injects 5 cc's of saline into the tube, and sucks back out 5 cc's. The tube was clogged. He screws the tube back into the bulb, and BAM. Like 25 cc's fill the Pratt. Incredible. Problem more or less fixed in a matter of 3 minutes.
Given permission to detach the drain for a few hours at a time, my trip to florida did not seem so ruined by this medical apparatus. He sent me home with a box full of saline syringes and red caps to close off the tube whilst i frolicked on the beach.
PS Florida was awesome, and i'm not going to tell you about it.
