Living in this small community for 40 years means I have history with just about everyone I deal with. Start with the home health nurse who took out my stitches. We used to work together, and we worked together taking the stitches out. I grabbed the suture ends with the forceps so he could focus on finding where to cut. My outpatient PT went to school with my son. She's the daughter of a lobsterman, went off and got a PhD in physical therapy, came back and set up a private practice. Boy it felt good to just have her hands on my knee and not get pushed. I topped off the morning with a short easy walk in the woods. Two weeks and two days out and actually having a fun recovery. That's what an expert surgeon can do for you
Speaking of which, in an earlier post I described how just before I went into OR, the surgeon had a meltdown, saying he wasn't going to do the surgery because I was "the most difficult patient" he'd had in years (I spent a full 20 minutes being utterly flabbergasted). Yesterday his office called to move my followup appointment and say that he was leaving the practice at Massachusetts General Hospital where's he's been since 2000. He behaved way beyond inappropriately with me, but on the other hand, the incident makes a colorful story. So glad I had the surgery despite that.