Since going back to Dr. H and firing Dr. K, I remembered that I actually met Dr. K before. And I didn’t like him then, either.
After my first surgery, all I could eat was watermelon for a while. My stomach couldn’t handle anything else, but the watermelon was good because at least it kept me hydrated. After the second surgery, however, I was ravenously hungry and eating fried chicken the day after. Even though Dr. H had to repair a perforated bowel the day before. I felt really good and really hungry and I wanted fried chicken, so Scott said screw the hospital food and went and got me fried chicken.
When Dr. H came in and saw me with chicken, he said, “Good. You’re eating!” And that was that. But when he was off duty and Dr. K was making rounds for him, he was shocked. He called Dr. H to tattle on me, that I was eating fried chicken after a bowel perf, and Dr. H just told him, “She knows herself. If she feels like she can eat it, I’m going to let her eat it.”
I didn’t remember this until recently, after I fired Dr. K, but I wonder if it was in my subconscious when I had that consultation with him and was yet another thing that set up that visit to be adversarial right from the beginning.
Less than a week to go.