Surgery

Yesterday I went to the hospital to make an appointment for Gabe, who has a plantars wart. While I was there, I asked the Dr. to take a look at the cysts on my head, which have gotten bigger. I've had these cysts before and they are completely benign, but as they get bigger, the skin gets more and more irritated. The Dr. asked me to consult his friend, who was a surgeon. He said that he was right downstairs and could take a look at me. As I laid down on the surgeon's examination table, I was preparing for an exam and possibly scheduling at time for removal of the cysts. I felt a nurse doing something with my hair. She said she was cutting my hair. I thought she was cutting a few strands to make it easier for the Dr. to see, but when she showed me a large hunk of my hair, I realized she was shaving my head to prep me for surgery. I was quite upset as I wasn't prepared to have surgery that day, nor had I consented to the procedure. However, I was not able to escape and the Dr. went ahead with removing the cysts. I was pretty upset and even more so when I saw the bill. All in all, it was not such a good day, but as many people have pointed out, it is one of those things that happens when you live in a foreign country and don't always know what's going on. I have bought a few hairbands to cover the bald spot underneath the bandages you see. It's either hairbands or a big comb-over.