Imagine your work day. It’s demanding, it’s busy and it’s exhausting. Now imagine being scheduled to perform five hip replacement surgeries…in one day.
My dad was number three in the lineup of five his surgeon had on the docket. I can’t fathom the pressure performing surgery would produce. I can’t conceptualize an ordinary day consisting of performing not one but five major surgeries. Surgeons rock, especially the one who has taken care of my dad’s hip, his knee seven months ago, and my mom’s knee a year and a half ago. It’s what he does and thinks nothing of it because that’s his job.
I know a bunch of people who regard this particular surgeon as a healer extraordinaire. My whole family, and many other families I’m sure, is grateful for what one man can do to improve the quality of life in so many people. Coincidentally a coworker of mine is seeing this very same surgeon for a consultation on her knee tomorrow. The guy’s got a reputation for being good. Damn good.
My dad came out of surgery well. All that’s left is a lot of healing and hard work on his part. A great team of physical therapists will work with him to get him back on his feet as soon as possible, and the wonder-surgeon will meet with him again to make sure everything is fine.
Replacing a major joint in the human body. Amazing. Medical science is awesome.
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I can’t imagine having a job where making a mistake had such dire consequences. I always took comfort in knowing that any job-related mistake I made was neither permanent or all that serious. No wonder they get the big bucks!
I’m glad your father is doing well and I wish him a smooth recovery. 🙂 ❤
Thanks for your good wishes, Lorna.
Always, Sara!