Today's trek to Lankenau was all kinds of fun with anesthesia. Traffic was inexplicably insane today, soso it took a really, really long time to get there. When I finally arrived and got myself to Outpatient Testing, I had to fill out a bunch of paperwork that didn't seem to apply to me in the slightest. Clearly this stuff is meant for people having planned surgeries. Which I'm not.
Eventually, I filled things out enough to be allowed to speak to the doctor. The man is old and insane, and I desperately hope that anyone but him does my epidural. He seemed entirely unable to finish a sentence without forgetting what he was saying. Mildly terrifying, not going to lie.
The consensus is that I **should** be able to get the epi, it just may take a few tries to get a placement. Yay. I also need to bring my films to the hospital so that the anesthesiologist on call can take a look.
Keep those fingers crossed for me. I have no interest in a drug-free birth.