I must say that the fellow how is doing my surgery tomorrow is an extremely personable and handsome man. I know, drool. We went to high school in the same geographical area, our high schools were rivals.
He is also an extremely competent surgeon. He has people drive across the country to see him.
That aside, today while we had the 'pre-surgery' talk, I promised that this year I would behave my self and not be such a wise-arse.
To which he quipped, 'Oh no, first don't make promises you can't keep and second, I'd think you were very ill!'
He then proceeded to 'listen' to me when I asked him 'why' I have had TWO frozen shoulders within 14 months. Why do my wrists and hands hurt when there is nothing wrong with them?
He blinked looked down and said, 'Is there a history of diabetes in your family...?'
[yes, mom, grandpa, uncle...]
Then he stood up and said, 'I'm going to draw blood today to look for rhuematic indicators and tomorrow you will have blood drawn to look at your glucose levels.'
This was something I had been pushing for. But no one had listened!
He kidded around with me and asked if I'd been riding that magnificent mule. I grinned from ear to ear. He deals with so many patients, yet was able to remember that.
Of course I'm also the lady who gave him grief last year after surgery. Long story to that.
The long and the short? I feel great. Now on to my homework and maybe later I can play with my graphic arts.
I wish I had a doc with a sense of humor...you must keep them on their toes. Most docs hate that. They don't know what to do with me and now I know I'm in good company. Why am I not surprised!? You crack me up. The graphic here is very soothing and mellow. I wish I had time to take some photos. I need to upload something new. You are sooo talented and you own a magnificent mule.
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