waiting for OT

OT, it means Over Time in workplaces.
But it means Operation Theatre in hospitals.
Same as the words of Over Time, I had no particular fancy for it.

If I could go for OT, it meant I could have my bones connected very soon.
But, to be honest, I did not like going to operation theatre. It's hard to explain why I had such fear.

That morning, the doctors' time again.
The chubby MO had somekind of character.
He put my patient stickers on the sleeve of his gown. I saw also some doctors and physiotherapists did that. Maybe this worked as a notebook for them. Notebook on sleeves. Hi-tech industries should think about this idea.

"See, I have your sticker on my sleeve. I did not forget you."

"!?" This was an interesting way of remembering the patients. I had a feeling that the operation would be delayed.

"OK. Let's mark your leg." The doctor drew a big blue arrow on my right leg.

I was shocked because no one had ever used a sign to mark sth on me. (Except, I did like trick to my friends at secondary schools.)

"Just to identify..."

That's fine. At least this was to mark the right leg and get the correct treatment.

The doctor explained what would be done at OT. I signed the consent. It appeared that I understood all the procedures. However, I also had a feeling that I did not understand it at all.

The old lady next to me would go to the OT this afternoon.

She stopped eating since the mid night, then the morning, then the afternoon. She was dressed in the operation clothes, just to get ready at any time. She was the third one on the list.

3:00 pm
4:00 pm

The MO came. He told the lady that her operation would be cancelled and reschedule. So the lady (rather weak) resumed eating, complaining and waiting.

I took this as a rehearsal for myself. Just in case I headed off the OT the day after.