Good Visit...Good Vibes

After all the drama, here's a nice light uplifting post. I think we could all use one.

Fleming helped me make my appointment with my hand specialist today. Because I was still sore from surgery, she literally pushed me out the door from across the inside of her car to drop me off. Today she was both a welcomed companion in waiting and the doctor's office as well as the ultimate pharmaceutical collector/enforcer. She was like the greatest percription bouty hunter off all time. The red tape would have easily tied up Boba Fett like the arms of the Sarlacc on Toatooine. Duane "Dog" Chapman doesn't have the brains under that dreadlocked mullet to calculate the odd ways to fill scripts to get around insurance company's BS regarding what they think I should be taking for pain. Insurance companies beware! Fleming will get creative with dosage sizes and refill times, run across the clinic in Flip-Flops and lime green back pack to get new persciptions, flying past the front desk area to make sure everything gets in under the wire so her baby brother has the pain medication he needs. Thanks Fleming, no matter what we're doing, it's always a good time. You Rock.

We had a lengthy discussion with an intern who we gradually persuaded to believe we weren't retards (no offense, Mac). After telling him the whole story, which was in the chart in front of him, I explained to him the details of having just been discharged following a thoroscopy two days ago. I then explained my whole pain situation, and yes, how it did hurt everywhere in my hand (like my chart said), especially when you have it twisted upside down with the fingers pulled every direction except where they wanted to go. At that point I reminded him that I had just had surgery that week and that he could stop acting out Jack Bower fantasies. Did I mention it was all in a file sitting in his lap? What a retard...

Truthfully it was an inspirational appointment. The hand specialist was absolutely amazed at how well I could move my fingers. What seemed like a limited range of motion to me showed true promise to the doctor. The forearm and hand especially had the odds stacked against them, from the surgeries, to the radiations, to the grafting, and even the extended immobilization time. There was very little muscle trying to pull my fingers through a cement wall of scar tissue. When he saw them move today, he said it was one of the reasons he found purpose in his job and life. He really said, "Your fingers are moving, and I don't know where it's coming from." His positive attitude and optimistic view of the future really summed up how we feel and want to see this challenge through. Perseverance, determination, attitude and faith and guts from everyone will generate the positive energy needed to make miracles happen. Let's be honest...great medicine helps, as does prayer, God Himself, and well-mastered holistic treatments. Friendships, family, and all the support they create and provide are incredibly crucial. The ladies in my life are tough to beat. Ash, Ruth, Fleming and Betty are a force to be reckoned with. They have a perfect track record and a "Get'R Dun" attitude when it comes to helping. Again, thanks to everyone from the surgeons to the people I don't even know mailing me loving "get well" cards.