Everything went well at the preop, there were some mishaps getting home (ever see "Planes, Trains and Automobiles"?) but otherwise, we came home with a renewed confidence in the doctor and hospital. My daughter was able to speak face-to-face with a 16 yr old girl who was 9 weeks post op and I spoke to her mother. They both gave us a very good idea of what to expect and had nothing but good things to say.
She had xrays: standing, bending, supine and push-prone (2 guys put on leaded gloves and aprons and each pushed on her curves to see how much flexibility there was). The good news is she hasn't progressed since April (Dr. Lenke told me back then she wouldn't) but the curves are fairly rigid. She also has some kyphosis, he said he'll just have to work a little harder to get her straight. He also decided to order an MRI. They took photos and that was it. We spoke in length to both Dr. Lenke and his nurse then finally got out of there at 7pm. Our appt. was supposed to be at 3pm but he was in surgery and was running behind about 2 hours. There were still patients waiting to see him when we left.
Our trip home was priceless. First off, we took the Metro from the hospital to the airport, there was a drunk on there talking to everyone. He was pretty obnoxious and I was just waiting for a fight to break out. It was like a field trip for Sheena, she'd never seen a drunk before in public. When we arrived at the airport, our flight was supposed to leave at 8:30, but bad weather had delayed our plane and the last we heard, it wasn't arriving until 12am so my husband got us on a flight to Dallas. There were no more flights to Houston, so we caught a taxi to a nearby hotel. We got the taxi driver from h***. I asked him a simple question about what hotel he was taking us too and he jumped all over my case. It's too much to go into but his parting words to us were "You're stupid" (my stepdaughter, the nurse, couldn't resist yelling back "you're stupid!") It was too much, we just couldn't help but laugh. To top it off, we woke up 30 minutes late to catch a 6:15 flight and had only 30 minutes to get dressed and get to the airport, we made it by some miracle. It was a very memorable experience.
She had xrays: standing, bending, supine and push-prone (2 guys put on leaded gloves and aprons and each pushed on her curves to see how much flexibility there was). The good news is she hasn't progressed since April (Dr. Lenke told me back then she wouldn't) but the curves are fairly rigid. She also has some kyphosis, he said he'll just have to work a little harder to get her straight. He also decided to order an MRI. They took photos and that was it. We spoke in length to both Dr. Lenke and his nurse then finally got out of there at 7pm. Our appt. was supposed to be at 3pm but he was in surgery and was running behind about 2 hours. There were still patients waiting to see him when we left.
Our trip home was priceless. First off, we took the Metro from the hospital to the airport, there was a drunk on there talking to everyone. He was pretty obnoxious and I was just waiting for a fight to break out. It was like a field trip for Sheena, she'd never seen a drunk before in public. When we arrived at the airport, our flight was supposed to leave at 8:30, but bad weather had delayed our plane and the last we heard, it wasn't arriving until 12am so my husband got us on a flight to Dallas. There were no more flights to Houston, so we caught a taxi to a nearby hotel. We got the taxi driver from h***. I asked him a simple question about what hotel he was taking us too and he jumped all over my case. It's too much to go into but his parting words to us were "You're stupid" (my stepdaughter, the nurse, couldn't resist yelling back "you're stupid!") It was too much, we just couldn't help but laugh. To top it off, we woke up 30 minutes late to catch a 6:15 flight and had only 30 minutes to get dressed and get to the airport, we made it by some miracle. It was a very memorable experience.
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