“What medical problems do you have?”
“I just had surgery.”
“What kind of surgery?”
“Colonoscopy I think. Something like that.”
“Well, that’s not really surgery. Or did you actually have surgery? They remove something?”
“Colonosc-something. I don’t know.”
OK whatever. I’ve lost interest anyway.
Two minutes later, I lift her shirt up as I always get around to looking under clothes.
A colostomy bag. And bandages. Not just a little bit different from a colonoscopy.
“So you had some colon and maybe other stuff removed.”
I don’t even bother asking why stuff was removed.
“I told you I had surgery,” she looks at me with annoyance written across her face.
“Except you didn’t know anything about your surgery when I asked.”
This is another area where I really have a problem with the concept of consent. People don’t understand anything. “Informed consent” is an illusion in the great majority of cases – are you really going to hang your hat on the average civilian’s ability to care for him/herself? Those of you who are still worried about that kidnapping/false imprisonment charge or are always so quick to let people refuse care against their best interests, perhaps you should think again.