In the month of April, I realized that something was going to have to be done ~ and quite soon. I was walking as if I had been riding horses for 100 years (bow-legged really doesn't even begin to describe it. I was beginning to look like the curved sides of a ship!) And I was beginning to be unable to walk for all but a short distance without having to sit down and let the knees recover. All of which contributed to making me fell exceptionally old and somewhat feeble. This time I began to plan and research 1) where I wanted to have it done and 2) who I wanted to have do it. (shocked friends and relatives for 500, Alex)
Several years ago I had researched the cost of getting my knees done as a cash up-front patient. The results were absolutely
Now, there was no giving up. Things had to get done and I was the one that was going to have to make it happen. I had decided WHERE I wanted to have it done. It's a small (79 surgical beds) hospital located just on the edge of the medical district called University General Hospital. I found out that the hospital is operated partly by the University of Houston, Baylor College of Medicine and the doctors who are affiliated with the hospital. So far so good . . . So, I simply called and asked for a list of Orthopedic Surgeons. There were five that were immediately recommended. Armed with Google and my own determination I went on a surgeon hunt. The first name on the list had not only his own website, but was on several others. He had a list of accomplishments a mile long and even had a video on his website that showed through animation what would be done during the operation. -->here<-- (it's not a graphic movie folks!!)
I made an appointment to meet with him - and without a moments hesitation on my part (after we looked at the x-rays) I was scheduled for surgery on May 9th ~ having to be there at 5am . . . A time I hadn't seen for several years, and wasn't sure still existed!!!
Of course, once you have something like a total knee replacement surgery scheduled ~ the horrors begin the come out of the woodwork . . . each with a different view of how terrible the operation is going to be and how horrible I'm going to feel once the operation is done and I'm on my own. These were usually prefaced by "Of course, yours might be different BUT my (cousin, uncle, sister's friend's aunt three times removed or I read about) . . . whatever had or ended up doing .... whatever. I'm sorry now that I didn't write them all down. They would have made a wonderful plot line for a soap opera or a lifetime of Lifetime disease of the week movies!
--more tomorrow on the adventure and more clues on the hangman puzzle in the heading!!
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