So after the whole debacle of technicians that can't even measure my height correctly (and the life-threatening mistake of not flushing my port), I decide I'm finished with St. Mark's Hospital.
I don't think there's anyway someone could convince me to have my aortic valve replaced at this hospital.
I'm supposed to have a transesophageal echocardiogram (TEE) performed tomorrow at St. Mark's, but while I'm still in the lobby of St. Mark's, after the PFTs, I call Sally and ask her to schedule all remaining tests at the UofU Hospital.
I'm finished with St. Mark's. I just cannot trust that my life is in good hands here.
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