A chip off the ol' block.
I was kept in the hospital for several days after my brain surgery. After I was discharged I had to come back about ten days later to have my staples removed. From ear to ear across the top of my
head there were 44 metal staples keeping my head together. Sounds horrible, I know, but actually the removal didn't hurt at all.
Something I have learned
is that doctors have their nurses and physician's assistants come in first and do all of their dirty work. Then once my nose has been scoped, or my staples have been removed they swing into the room like a superhero. Only, instead of a cape and a utility belt
they have pristine white coats and a stethoscopes.
True to form, when my Neurosurgeon came into the room he announced how much of a success the surgery was
and that my post-surgical MRI came back totally clear. He of course asks his usually round of questions, “Are you in any pain? Experiencing any dizziness? Having trouble with your memory? Etc...” I answer 'no' to all, and report that I feel surprisingly
He then directs his attention to my father. “Mr. Busch, let me ask you have noticed anything different about her? Any personality changes? Mood
swings?” My father takes a minute. He is sitting forward in his chair with his elbows on his knees. I watch him carefully, curious about his insight on the matter. He looks at the ground, takes a deep breath.
“Unfortunately, no. She is exactly the same.”