Doctors aren't "supposed" to die!!
I got some very bad news Wednesday night, the doctor who has been keeping me alive until my hip replacement surgery next month just dropped dead at his desk. He was 44 years old, and had had a heart attack 10 years ago. He changed his lifestyle and got healthy. However, the working 18 hours a day must have killed him.
I'm totally distraught, can't even think straight. He was the one I depended on to understand the pain I was in, and he was planning my rehab so I could get back on my feet (and off the drugs). Now he's gone and I'm floundering, grieving for him (I loved him like a brother, we frequently discussed personal things during my appointments, since he couldn't do much for me other than write a prescription), and mourning my loss.
So now, here I am, trying to find a substitute "brother". I have a GP, who I like a lot, he's a great guy, but it's not the same. I've got to get him to schedule me at the same rehab place I was at last time, with the same accomodations. If not, I'm stuck at the operating hospital's rehab, with the "hospital" rooms and lousy food.
I've been tempted to cancel the surgery, but that wouldn't do anything but keep me in pain for a longer period of time. I guess I'll just do it, and use Joe's memory to get me through it.
I'm totally distraught, can't even think straight. He was the one I depended on to understand the pain I was in, and he was planning my rehab so I could get back on my feet (and off the drugs). Now he's gone and I'm floundering, grieving for him (I loved him like a brother, we frequently discussed personal things during my appointments, since he couldn't do much for me other than write a prescription), and mourning my loss.
So now, here I am, trying to find a substitute "brother". I have a GP, who I like a lot, he's a great guy, but it's not the same. I've got to get him to schedule me at the same rehab place I was at last time, with the same accomodations. If not, I'm stuck at the operating hospital's rehab, with the "hospital" rooms and lousy food.
I've been tempted to cancel the surgery, but that wouldn't do anything but keep me in pain for a longer period of time. I guess I'll just do it, and use Joe's memory to get me through it.