Last Friday, I randomly met my surgeon's daughter. She happens to be very good friends with someone I work with, and was in the office having lunch with him. She talked with me about her father for a while, about his "drinking problem," which she says is much better now, despite his constantly shaking hands. Oh, that's just hilarious.
But she told me something I didn't know, which is that my surgeon trained with the inventor of the current, now standard, method of limb lengthening. Which makes my surgeon 1) older than I thought and 2) very well trained.
Tonight I go to give a unit of my own blood for my surgery. I guess with the blood bank shortages, this is standard practice now. I've never given blood before (I know, I know, I'm a horrible person), so it should be an experience. Perhaps I'll also finally learn my blood type.
Days until surgery: 9
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Adventures in Leg Lengthening
1 comment:
Well, at least it's not brain surgery, I guess. (In response to the shaking hands comment.)
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