I have always had discussions with as many of the staff as possible about what they were going to do with me. Once they came to get me for a surgery and i asked them if they knew who I was, she laughed it off and said Mr. Smith, my wife told her I wasn’t going anywhere until she could tell me who I was. This was years ago, now they always make me tell them who I am and I tell them it’s more important for them to know who I am. I don’t go until I’m satasfied they know who I am and what they’re supposed be doing to what side if applicable.
Makes sense. From now on I’ll remember to take a grease pencil and make notes for the surgeon:
“My name is Pete from Shawnee Mission!”
“Not this leg!!”
“The other testicle!”
“Gall bladder, not Sex Change!”