If there is any place on earth that looks like purgatory, it might be the waiting room of a cardiologist office. It was very obvious the other patients were trying to figure out what the hell I was doing there. Some people were staring so hard, I wondered if maybe I forgot to put pants on or something.
Hm, I just noticed that I never gave you all the results from my pouch-o-gram. There are no leaks, but there is some "narrowing at the connection site" (doctors description, not mine). We will still go through with the take down as planned, but if I experience problems then we will make an appointment for the Doc to dilate the constricted area. Doesn't that sound pleasant? The nurse noticed my hesitation, and immediately assured me the dilation would be done under anesthesia. Phew!