"Hell to the no"

Last Friday under the worst headache possible I got a call from the evil surgeon's office.  She set up "the first post-op appointment".  I just hung up the phone, but as soon as I was conscious and could think without the accompanying avalanche of nausea, I got thinking, "first of"?  Hell to the no. I am not going back to have an appointment with the PA to have her look at my incisions and say, "Oh, those look nice, see you in two weeks."  Gas - Boise - Gas -Boise - Gas.  Hell to the no.   I'm hoping my wonderful GP in town will help me remove them. And if not, I'll just keep pulling them out myself… Yup, that's four… so far….