Hi, Dan, and thanks for the note.

Skip,
Man, that's gotta be frustrating!

How long is the rehab before you could work the boat in benign

I don't really know. Last time (which was to do the same thing, but there
was mayhem in there from the dislocation which isn't present this time) I
was *barely* able to use the shoulder by end of December/beginning of
January. I'm waiting to hear from the ortho about the anticipated time of
rehab, but I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be very quick, especially since the
muscles not attached are probably totally atrophied - and for that matter,
might not come back, I suppose, regardless of the success of reattachment.

conditions? Any chance you could have the surgery ASAP, then spend time
on the boat coastal cruising until you feel your shoulder is up to
longer passages and rougher conditions? I dunno if this makes any

It does, sort of, but we were hoping to do the northern Caribbean until we
got to St. Thomas in May or so, before heading south to get out of the
hurricane belt. We really don't feel we want to divert the resources
necessary to cruise for over a year before going to work (as we intend in
STT after we come back from Trinidad/Venezuela). However, I suppose that if
we were actually *ready* to go by, say, April, we might do the east coast
(we have charts from the prior owner's preceding captain), and then head out
in November. It just means leaving the income stream (Lydia's - I've been
unemployed for about half my working life, and as those here know, the last
year has been full-time boat hunting) that much earlier.

sense, but to me, it I couldn't have the hole enchilada right away,
having some of it now would be better than waiting until I could handle
the whole thing.

Well, you and Lydia have the same mindset, and I guess I should introduce
that scenario to her, as, certainly, it *is* a possibility. I just get
nervous thinking about more than a year before we get back into the inome
stream again :{/)

Best of luck - Dan

Thanks - I'll keep the group posted :{))

L8R

Skip (and Lydia, by proxy)


Morgan 461 #2
SV Flying Pig
http://tinyurl.com/384p2

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you
didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail
away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore.
Dream. Discover." - Mark Twain

Skip,
Really sorry to hear about the setback.
Before making a decision, I'd suggest getting a bit more info,
in the form of a 2nd opinion, plus a visit to at least 3
injury rehab folks to get an estimate of recovery time.
Is there chance that trusted crew could go with you as soon
as you're able to go aboard, and provide the muscle until
you see how well you're mending?
Best wishes for a happy solution...Norm B


On Thu, 27 May 2004 10:26:57 -0400, "Skip Gundlach" skipgundlach.sez.remove.this.and.the.dots.to.mail
wrote:

Life is what happens when you're making other plans...

Most of you know that Lydia and I have bought our boat and expect to get
aboard and cut the cords. Target departure date is November 1, with a
variety of things to happen first, including getting a couple of houses
(emptied and) sold. Progress is happening at an acceptable pace, there, but
just as Lydia was fixated on getting the boat bought, she's now fixated on
getting aboard, *NOW!*. I, too, want to get aboard, but deal with
frustration a bit better than she :{))

However, personally, I've had a setback and a shock to the system. I went
to my orthopedic surgeon yesterday after having had an MRI done on my
shoulder (the one with the severe dislocation and greater tuberosity [the
outside of the ball end of the shoulder bone] fracture, followed by major
surgery, mentioned in this space 3 years ago). Instead of the expected
adhesion of something, or a muscle which was too long having prevented my
having full use of my arm, the original operation essentially failed - my
top two rotator cuff muscles have come off the humerus (which in itself lost
a pretty good chunk of bone in the original accident) and retracted and
atrophied a lot, plus the biceps tendon has slid about 50% out of place. No
wonder I couldn't raise my arm!

What all that means is that to (have a chance at - there's only a 50%
success rate in such operations) regain my full function will require
essentially the same operation I had originally, along with the requisite
rehab time.

So, it would mean a delay at the very best, which would mean a hurried trip
through the upper islands in order to miss the hurricanes or delaying the op
(which would allow us to enjoy the summer, at least!) and leaving next
November. Neither prospect (see fixation, above) is very palatable to
Lydia. So, we're currently wrestling with 1) leaving it alone (which
forecloses my chance to ever have it right), 2) taking the chance that it
won't work - but also incurring the chance that it might result in pain,
later, where there is currently none, 3) doing it ASAP so that we can get
under way ASAP (whenever that actually works out to be), and 4) doing it
later (with a presumed November 2005 departure).

In any event, recalling my last op, there's a long rehab to get any
semblance of strength. I'm waiting for a call back from them to see what I
should expect in the way of total time and intermediate times, which will
partly drive our decision, should we decide to go ahead. Either way, if I
go under the knife, we'll not be outta here in November as we'd planned. If
I don't, my arm will never be better than it is today...

L8R

Skip and Lydia

Hi, Norm, and thanks for the note...

"engsol" wrote in message
...
Skip,
Really sorry to hear about the setback.
Before making a decision, I'd suggest getting a bit more info,
in the form of a 2nd opinion, plus a visit to at least 3
injury rehab folks to get an estimate of recovery time.

Well, I sorta have had those - I've been working up to this for a couple of
years, and had to wait until I passed the insurance waiting time for
pre-existing conditions. I don't know that estimates of recovery time are
going to be particularly important here, as I know it won't be swift - and
if it isn't *really* swift, we'd be thrown into next year, anyway. As I
commented to Dan, if we're into next year, it's either keep waiting until
the best window presents itself (November) or take off as soon as we can,
and either take more than a year, or forego the upper islands in order to
get south as quickly as possible to get out of the hurricane belt. As to
the second opinion, the ortho is the team doctor for the Atlanta Braves, the
Atlanta Hawks and GA Tech basketball teams; all he does is shoulders,
including presenting on the type of injury I've had at many ortho
conferences. I'm confident - following a detailed look at the MRIs - in his
analysis...

Is there chance that trusted crew could go with you as soon
as you're able to go aboard, and provide the muscle until
you see how well you're mending?

Heh. Unfortunately, none that I know of. Several months is a long time on
a boat you don't own, and a long time with someone you don't live with every
day on one you do :{)) Worse, I'd not be able to check in with the
rehabbers for direction and review...

Best wishes for a happy solution...Norm B

Thanks. I'm sure it will all work out - we don't know how, just yet!

L8R

Skip (and Lydia, by proxy)

--

Morgan 461 #2
SV Flying Pig
http://tinyurl.com/384p2

"And then again, when you sit at the helm of your little ship on a
clear night, and gaze at the countless stars overhead, and realize
that you are quite alone on a great, wide sea, it is apt to occur to
you that in the general scheme of things you are merely an
insignificant speck on the surface of the ocean; and are not nearly
so important or as self-sufficient as you thought you were. Which is
an exceedingly wholesome thought, and one that may effect a
permanent change in your deportment that will be greatly appreciated
by your friends." - James S. Pitkin

"Skip Gundlach"
skipgundlach.sez.remove.this.and.the.dots.to.mail
wrote:

Life is what happens when you're making other plans...

Most of you know that Lydia and I have bought our boat and expect to get
aboard and cut the cords. Target departure date is November 1, with a
variety of things to happen first, including getting a couple of houses
(emptied and) sold. Progress is happening at an acceptable pace, there, but
just as Lydia was fixated on getting the boat bought, she's now fixated on
getting aboard, *NOW!*. I, too, want to get aboard, but deal with
frustration a bit better than she :{))

However, personally, I've had a setback and a shock to the system. I went
to my orthopedic surgeon yesterday after having had an MRI done on my
shoulder (the one with the severe dislocation and greater tuberosity [the
outside of the ball end of the shoulder bone] fracture, followed by major
surgery, mentioned in this space 3 years ago). Instead of the expected
adhesion of something, or a muscle which was too long having prevented my
having full use of my arm, the original operation essentially failed - my
top two rotator cuff muscles have come off the humerus (which in itself lost
a pretty good chunk of bone in the original accident) and retracted and
atrophied a lot, plus the biceps tendon has slid about 50% out of place. No
wonder I couldn't raise my arm!

My husband fell off/onto a ladder and broke his humerus at the
shoulder joint and his elbow (on the two runs of the ladder). He
drove himself to the hospital (because I was in KY and our son was on
14) and they said he might never have full use of his arm/shoulder or
ever be able to raise his arm above shoulder level again. However -
they took him up to Bethesda (USN ret) and put a cast on it and then
he had about a year of physical therapy and now he has full use of the
shoulder. He's still in touch with his physical therapist (who was a
Navy Corpsman at the time).

I think Lydia ought to chill and consider your health first.

What all that means is that to (have a chance at - there's only a 50%
success rate in such operations) regain my full function will require
essentially the same operation I had originally, along with the requisite
rehab time.

So, it would mean a delay at the very best, which would mean a hurried trip
through the upper islands in order to miss the hurricanes or delaying the op
(which would allow us to enjoy the summer, at least!) and leaving next
November. Neither prospect (see fixation, above) is very palatable to
Lydia. So, we're currently wrestling with 1) leaving it alone (which
forecloses my chance to ever have it right), 2) taking the chance that it
won't work - but also incurring the chance that it might result in pain,
later, where there is currently none, 3) doing it ASAP so that we can get
under way ASAP (whenever that actually works out to be), and 4) doing it
later (with a presumed November 2005 departure).

In any event, recalling my last op, there's a long rehab to get any
semblance of strength. I'm waiting for a call back from them to see what I
should expect in the way of total time and intermediate times, which will
partly drive our decision, should we decide to go ahead. Either way, if I
go under the knife, we'll not be outta here in November as we'd planned. If
I don't, my arm will never be better than it is today...

L8R

Skip and Lydia

grandma Rosalie

Hi, Rosalie, and group,

"Rosalie B." wrote in message
...
"Skip Gundlach"
skipgundlach.sez.remove.this.and.the.dots.to.mail
wrote:

Life is what happens when you're making other plans...

Most of you know that Lydia and I have bought our boat and expect to get
aboard and cut the cords. Target departure date is November 1, with a
variety of things to happen first, including getting a couple of houses
(emptied and) sold. Progress is happening at an acceptable pace, there,
but
just as Lydia was fixated on getting the boat bought, she's now fixated
on
getting aboard, *NOW!*. I, too, want to get aboard, but deal with
frustration a bit better than she :{))

clip...

My husband fell off/onto a ladder and broke his humerus at the
shoulder joint and his elbow (on the two runs of the ladder). He

OW!!!

drove himself to the hospital (because I was in KY and our son was on
14) and they said he might never have full use of his arm/shoulder or
ever be able to raise his arm above shoulder level again. However -
they took him up to Bethesda (USN ret) and put a cast on it and then
he had about a year of physical therapy and now he has full use of the
shoulder. He's still in touch with his physical therapist (who was a
Navy Corpsman at the time).

Cool. Good to have competent help. I believe I did *not* get that the
first time around - I was part of a public hospital system with mostly
charity patients, and wasn't happy at the time with any of the experience.
I believe I had competent care and surgery - but I also believe the followup
should have caught this, and for that, I was very poorly served. In any
event, I've (now) got the best shoulder surgeon available, from all I can
discern, so I'm confident we're giving it our best shot at this time.
Unfortunately, that best shot is only a crapshoot, with a 50-50 likelihood
of success. Fortunately, it can't be made worse...

I think Lydia ought to chill and consider your health first.

Well, the health (with the possible exception of the mental part) will be
well taken care of. However, she's not the least bit interested in (well,
let me rephrase that: adamantly opposed to) any delay whatsoever. And,
aside from my ability to do, physically, more to get us out of town, now,
waiting will only make things later. We'll not be able to go on our
preferred schedule, as rehab won't be to the point where I could leave any
sooner than January or so, at best, if we go on the current schedule
(surgery 15Jun), as it is. So, I guess I'll just have to bite the bullet
and hire the help rather than do it myself. One way or the other, whenever
we are able, however, we'll get aboard. It will just have to be later and
more expensive (but then, what, in boating, isn't??).

L8R (in spades!)

Skip


grandma Rosalie
--

Morgan 461 #2
SV Flying Pig
http://tinyurl.com/384p2

"And then again, when you sit at the helm of your little ship on a
clear night, and gaze at the countless stars overhead, and realize
that you are quite alone on a great, wide sea, it is apt to occur to
you that in the general scheme of things you are merely an
insignificant speck on the surface of the ocean; and are not nearly
so important or as self-sufficient as you thought you were. Which is
an exceedingly wholesome thought, and one that may effect a
permanent change in your deportment that will be greatly appreciated
by your friends." - James S. Pitkin

"Skip Gundlach"
skipgundlach.sez.remove.this.and.the.dots.to.mail
wrote:

Hi, Rosalie, and group,

"Rosalie B." wrote in message
.. .
"Skip Gundlach"
skipgundlach.sez.remove.this.and.the.dots.to.mail
wrote:

Life is what happens when you're making other plans...

Most of you know that Lydia and I have bought our boat and expect to get
aboard and cut the cords. Target departure date is November 1, with a
variety of things to happen first, including getting a couple of houses
(emptied and) sold. Progress is happening at an acceptable pace, there,
but
just as Lydia was fixated on getting the boat bought, she's now fixated
on
getting aboard, *NOW!*. I, too, want to get aboard, but deal with
frustration a bit better than she :{))

clip...

My husband fell off/onto a ladder and broke his humerus at the
shoulder joint and his elbow (on the two runs of the ladder). He

OW!!!

drove himself to the hospital (because I was in KY and our son was on
14) and they said he might never have full use of his arm/shoulder or
ever be able to raise his arm above shoulder level again. However -
they took him up to Bethesda (USN ret) and put a cast on it and then
he had about a year of physical therapy and now he has full use of the
shoulder. He's still in touch with his physical therapist (who was a
Navy Corpsman at the time).

Cool. Good to have competent help. I believe I did *not* get that the
first time around - I was part of a public hospital system with mostly

Sounds like it to me too. I won't speak to public hospital systems -
most of my medical care while Bob was in the Navy (20 years) was
through the Navy clinics for which we paid nothing. Some folks did
not believe that this was as good as private care, but I never had any
complaints that I could point to the system about.

charity patients, and wasn't happy at the time with any of the experience.
I believe I had competent care and surgery - but I also believe the followup
should have caught this, and for that, I was very poorly served. In any
event, I've (now) got the best shoulder surgeon available, from all I can
discern, so I'm confident we're giving it our best shot at this time.
Unfortunately, that best shot is only a crapshoot, with a 50-50 likelihood
of success. Fortunately, it can't be made worse...

I think Lydia ought to chill and consider your health first.

Well, the health (with the possible exception of the mental part) will be
well taken care of. However, she's not the least bit interested in (well,
let me rephrase that: adamantly opposed to) any delay whatsoever. And,

Think about whether this is going to be a problem down the road - i.e.
is she going to be wanting you to do things that are unwise (enter a
harbor at night, stay at a place that is unsafe etc)? Are you going
to let her sway your decisions unwisely?

After Bob's heart attack, we went to Chub Cay on Sunday, the first
sail after we got back to the boat. We were planning to leave on
Thursday, but Bob was (as always) getting antsy to leave. This is
what I wrote about that.

At some point on Tuesday, I mentioned to Bob that perhaps we could leave Weds, and this was a great mistake. On Weds morning we were having squalls, so I thought we were safe, but about 9, he decided that the weather had improved and we could go after all. He'd walked out to the point, and seen that it didn't look to bad out there.

So we left about 9:30 am, and motored out of the channel. There was a great deal more wind and waves out in the channel than he saw from the point, but, it wasn't bad because it was an east wind, and we were going west. So we made it onto the banks and to the Northwest Channel shoal very quickly, and then turned north.

Here, we had a horrible sail. Winds 25 knots from the NE which meant we couldn't get in to the Great Harbor Cay Marina because it was directly into the wind, and the wind would blow us back almost faster than we could motor into it. Plus, it was going to take us hours, and hours to get there because we were going so slowly.

We kept going north. At about 4, I talked to Herb the weather guy, and he said basically what were we doing out there? In any case, we could not get to the east, so decided to just to go Lucaya, which was north.

The waves were more than we had experienced before. We actually got water over the lee rail into the aft cabin. Water over the side - rocking and rolling, and - it was dark and you couldn't see the waves coming. Plus it was only about a month since Bob's heart attack. I spent the night lying next to the mast on the cabin sole pretending that I was somewhere else.

But we made such good time, that we got to Lucaya about 3 am. Since we didn't want to enter at night,

and I did agree with Bob that I didn't want to do that.

we went downwind toward Freeport until 4:30 (we could see the lights on shore - Freeport is never dark) and then turned around and came back.

snip
The entrance to Lucaya has a kind of barrel with a bell and a little red light on it to mark the entrance. It is on the charts. Unfortunately, there are also big cruise ship moorings in the area that are NOT on the charts so it makes it hazardous to be in that area after dark.

I had put waypoints into the computer last year and using those, we found the entrance channel about sunrise. The entrance channel consists of two tiny markers with tiny lights, and the channel is not visible until you are right in front of it. The channel has breakwaters extending out from each side, and you don't want to run into them.

We went in as soon as it was light and tied up at the Lucaya Village fuel dock at 6:45, got about 33 gallons of fuel, and then went into a slip here. Bob skinned his knee on the concrete dock, and because of the blood thinners he's taking, I thought he would bleed to death. Blood all over everywhere - pants, sock, shoe etc. Could not keep a bandage on his knee. I finally was reduced to making a large pressure bandage out of paper towels, and strapping it on with silver electrical tape.

The topping lift frayed and one end got stuck in the windmill, but the windmill wasn't running, and it came right out. Everything on deck was soaked with salt water.

The CQR anchor came adrift and made a scar bouncing on the trailboards in the waves. Bob said he saw it reflected in the running light on the bow, but he wasn't going out on the deck to find out what it was. Then when it got light, we could see.

Everything loose in the cabin came adrift, including a speaker which was held in by velcro. But it was all easily taken care of.

Bob washed the boat, and did several loads of laundry (to wash the salt water our of the aft cabin rugs), and then I made him take a nap. Even though he had no sleep the previous night, he was surprised that he slept.

When we were taking the water taxi over to Port Lucaya to eat at a restaurant in the marketplace he said he was tired. He was suprised about that too. So we had dinner at the Fat Man's Nephew, and took the water taxi back to the boat where we both went right to sleep.

I insisted that we stay here a day to rest. Bob filled the water tanks, and we got the jitney bus in to the Winn-Dixie on Seahorse Rd (or anyway the one not all the way in Freeport). I also did the internet stuff in Port Lucaya and the internet cafe. I didn't think we would leave before Sunday or Monday. But Bob had other ideas and we left for
West End on Saturday.

I consider it is my 'job' to be the spoiler (so to speak) to make sure
that we don't get into situations like that. But in this case, I
allowed him to persuade me when I should have insisted that we stay.

aside from my ability to do, physically, more to get us out of town, now,
waiting will only make things later. We'll not be able to go on our
preferred schedule, as rehab won't be to the point where I could leave any
sooner than January or so, at best, if we go on the current schedule
(surgery 15Jun), as it is. So, I guess I'll just have to bite the bullet
and hire the help rather than do it myself. One way or the other, whenever
we are able, however, we'll get aboard. It will just have to be later and
more expensive (but then, what, in boating, isn't??).


grandma Rosalie

Hi, again, Rosalie and group,

"Rosalie B." wrote in message
news
Cool. Good to have competent help. I believe I did *not* get that the
first time around - I was part of a public hospital system with mostly

Sounds like it to me too. I won't speak to public hospital systems -
most of my medical care while Bob was in the Navy (20 years) was
through the Navy clinics for which we paid nothing. Some folks did
not believe that this was as good as private care, but I never had any
complaints that I could point to the system about.

I think - though, having washed out of the flight program I'd targeted my
entire life prior to that point for due to marginally red-green colorblind
vision, I don't have any direct experience - that military health care has
orders of magnitude more quality and accessibility than "public" health
care. I made a career out of sitting and waiting, despite taking great
pains to make appointments (rather than the typical cattle call clinic
experience), along with a second career keeping up with paperwork (which,
despite my best efforts, proved unsuccessful, as I'm still being billed 3
years later). I'd have *loved* to have been in a military hospital...

charity patients, and wasn't happy at the time with any of the
experience.
I believe I had competent care and surgery - but I also believe the
followup
should have caught this, and for that, I was very poorly served. In any
event, I've (now) got the best shoulder surgeon available, from all I can
discern, so I'm confident we're giving it our best shot at this time.
Unfortunately, that best shot is only a crapshoot, with a 50-50
likelihood
of success. Fortunately, it can't be made worse...

I think Lydia ought to chill and consider your health first.

Well, the health (with the possible exception of the mental part) will be
well taken care of. However, she's not the least bit interested in
(well,
let me rephrase that: adamantly opposed to) any delay whatsoever. And,

Think about whether this is going to be a problem down the road - i.e.
is she going to be wanting you to do things that are unwise (enter a
harbor at night, stay at a place that is unsafe etc)? Are you going
to let her sway your decisions unwisely?

Heh. I don't think there's any wisdom involved here - just my preference to
have more of the summer to enjoy, as long as we're going to be delayed,
anyway. On reflection, that's probably (well, certainly, particularly
since Lydia's lost all interest in her job at the moment, and any delay just
makes it worse) pretty selfish, and she's committed to doing the physically
demanding stuff I'll not be able to do this summer WRT the getting ready of
the house. It will mean that I'll be able to work on the boat this winter,
rather than in the oven it would be this summer, so it's a tradeoff, I
guess. If it were a health or safety issue, to answer your question, I'd not
let go - and, for that matter, I expect, if I were able to make an argument
which had some tangible other benefit beyond my enjoyment of the summer, she
might be more enthusiastic about putting it off. As it is, we'll still be
around during her son's graduation in December, and I'll be around for the
birth of my third grandchild sometime about the same time, as well, without
having to have bought an airplane ride for the two of us and having to
figure out how to deal with both transportation and lodging. :{))

(story clipped)


I consider it is my 'job' to be the spoiler (so to speak) to make sure
that we don't get into situations like that. But in this case, I
allowed him to persuade me when I should have insisted that we stay.

Ah, but were you 'pressured' - or did you agree with the assessment, and
find, only later, when you were in it, that it was incorrect? In any case,
I'm pretty conservative. Until we've been shown to be mistaken (by being
caught out, as is unavoidable) about our advisability to do something, we're
going to keep it safe. That's why, even though I was quite certain the boat
could do more, we started on staysail and double reef in our
25-30knot/8-10feet first couple of days :{))

L8R

Skip and Lydia

--

Morgan 461 #2
SV Flying Pig
http://tinyurl.com/384p2

"And then again, when you sit at the helm of your little ship on a
clear night, and gaze at the countless stars overhead, and realize
that you are quite alone on a great, wide sea, it is apt to occur to
you that in the general scheme of things you are merely an
insignificant speck on the surface of the ocean; and are not nearly
so important or as self-sufficient as you thought you were. Which is
an exceedingly wholesome thought, and one that may effect a
permanent change in your deportment that will be greatly appreciated
by your friends." - James S. Pitkin

"Skip Gundlach"
skipgundlach.sez.remove.this.and.the.dots.to.mail
wrote:

Hi, again, Rosalie and group,

"Rosalie B." wrote in message
news

(story clipped)


I consider it is my 'job' to be the spoiler (so to speak) to make sure
that we don't get into situations like that. But in this case, I
allowed him to persuade me when I should have insisted that we stay.

Ah, but were you 'pressured' - or did you agree with the assessment, and
find, only later, when you were in it, that it was incorrect? In any case,
I'm pretty conservative. Until we've been shown to be mistaken (by being
caught out, as is unavoidable) about our advisability to do something, we're
going to keep it safe. That's why, even though I was quite certain the boat
could do more, we started on staysail and double reef in our
25-30knot/8-10feet first couple of days :{))


I didn't agree with him. I don't know if you could say I was
pressured or not - he didn't actually give me an ultimatum or
anything. He just kept saying stuff like "It doesn't look too bad out
there" and I knew he wanted to leave and I didn't want to upset him.
But I didn't agree - I just didn't have enough information to make
non-agreement stick.

Part of it was that I was a bit anxious about getting back on the boat
anyway, and was quite a bit more fearful than usual, so I tended to
discount my own assessment because of that. I wanted to go to Great
Harbour and he wasn't so interested in doing that, and I had not
realized that the direction of the wind would make going there almost
impossible.

Now, he really has to convince me if I have any doubts at all. This
has led to his complaining that I never want to sail.


grandma Rosalie

You'll be consulting different surgeons this time, I trust.
Good luck.


--
bruce
The dignified don't even enter in the game.
-- The Jam

Hi, Bruce, and crowd :{))

"The Sanity Inspector" wrote in message
...
You'll be consulting different surgeons this time, I trust.
Good luck.

Thanks. Actually, I think I had a good surgical team the first time. You
may recall the discussions in this space at the time, where I was trying to
figure out how to make it happen. As chance would have it, my current
surgeon consulted with the team at Emory, as the resident I drew at Grady
happened to have interned with him for year, and called him over to look at
the films one day. However, I think the followup care really sucked, and
looking back on it, it's quite possible that my persistent pain was a
product of this failing. I think they, and the rehab folks, should have
caught it.

However, this time around, I've got the top shoulder guy in the southeast
directly, along with his staff. If it can't happen here, I don't think it
can happen...

Thanks for the interest :{))

L8R

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that you are quite alone on a great, wide sea, it is apt to occur to
you that in the general scheme of things you are merely an
insignificant speck on the surface of the ocean; and are not nearly
so important or as self-sufficient as you thought you were. Which is
an exceedingly wholesome thought, and one that may effect a
permanent change in your deportment that will be greatly appreciated
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