The Port That Won't Go Away
But alas, it turned out this long awaited moment was only to be a consultation with a surgeon to obtain approval to have the damn thing yanked out. The actual removal is still many weeks away.
I was seriously bummed, to say the least. This is just one of the many drawbacks of the public charity hospital: nothing is ever simple, nothing is ever quick, nothing ever goes smoothly, everything is always wrapped in five thousand layers of sticky inefficient red tape. But at least I did get the approval, and the surgeon, who was disconcertingly young and hot, had a wry sense of humor and actually treated me like an intelligent life form.
I don't have any say in when I will finally have the thing taken out, the hospital is going to send me an arbitrary appointment in the mail. It will probably be a few weeks, but possibly a few months or more. Big drag.
But! Just look at the front yard that greeted me when I came home. One can only wallow in bitter disappointment for so long when surrounded by this riot of exuberant technicolor: