ROOM 815
My friend, Marty, and I were having dinner tonight and she reminded me of an incident in the hospital shortly after I returned from surgery when I asked what my room number was. She and John told me that it was 815 and I remarked that it sounded like a time. Shortly thereafter I asked the same question again and responded with the same answer when they told me my room number. She said that they just looked at each other and made funny faces which I did not see. That's how I am on drugs.
On the second day after my surgery my orthopedic surgeon came in for a visit and found me up walking with the PT's. He remarked, " That's what I like to see." I complained of some pain that I felt in my femur and his response was to ask me if I wanted to see the hammer that he had used to implant the new joint. That was the end of that conversation.
My surgeon's name is Phuc Vo--I've never attempted to call him by his first name. He is a smallish sort of cocky appearing Vietnamese middle aged man. He doesn't give much information nor does he have much to say. He does the surgery and his very able--beautiful female--assistant provides the bedside manner for him. He sort of operates on the principle, "If you are buying I am selling." He was one of 3 surgeons recommended by my rheumatologist and I was sold on Dr. Vo when my primary care physician said that if I were his mother or his wife--I'm sure he added the wife bit to stay on good terms with me--Dr. Vo would be his choice. I found out after surgery that Dr. Vo actually has quite a reputation in the field of orthopedic surgery up and down the east coast so I felt very lucky to have him as my surgeon. No doubt he will get more of my business as I age.
Today I am walking mostly unassisted and carry my cane when I go out, mostly for protection. I figure if someone comes too close I can use the cane for protection. My PT told me today that I am walking only with a slight limp and I feel sure that I'm only days away from walking normally which I have not done in years. I'm driving the car again, went to church yesterday, have been to the grocery, movie and out to eat. Today is only 3 weeks from surgery so I feel truly blessed with a remarkable recovery.
On the second day after my surgery my orthopedic surgeon came in for a visit and found me up walking with the PT's. He remarked, " That's what I like to see." I complained of some pain that I felt in my femur and his response was to ask me if I wanted to see the hammer that he had used to implant the new joint. That was the end of that conversation.
My surgeon's name is Phuc Vo--I've never attempted to call him by his first name. He is a smallish sort of cocky appearing Vietnamese middle aged man. He doesn't give much information nor does he have much to say. He does the surgery and his very able--beautiful female--assistant provides the bedside manner for him. He sort of operates on the principle, "If you are buying I am selling." He was one of 3 surgeons recommended by my rheumatologist and I was sold on Dr. Vo when my primary care physician said that if I were his mother or his wife--I'm sure he added the wife bit to stay on good terms with me--Dr. Vo would be his choice. I found out after surgery that Dr. Vo actually has quite a reputation in the field of orthopedic surgery up and down the east coast so I felt very lucky to have him as my surgeon. No doubt he will get more of my business as I age.
Today I am walking mostly unassisted and carry my cane when I go out, mostly for protection. I figure if someone comes too close I can use the cane for protection. My PT told me today that I am walking only with a slight limp and I feel sure that I'm only days away from walking normally which I have not done in years. I'm driving the car again, went to church yesterday, have been to the grocery, movie and out to eat. Today is only 3 weeks from surgery so I feel truly blessed with a remarkable recovery.
posted by dddonna @ 4/07/2008 09:56:00 PM
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