The staff at the hospital where I had the surgery was amazing. One doctor was a complete jerk but told me the truth and has been my motivation to do amazing things for those with diabetes. When a doctor says you should be dead and that I was the worst patient he has ever seen with diabetes it motivates you. He indirectly told me he would not be my endocrinologist, that day I said to myself I'd get better and that I would never give up on someone that needs help in anyway.
The other doctor became a friend, this doctor would remove my rib and be by my bedside every night for a week. I mean he's a doctor and that's his job but his job isn't to talk sports and keep my spirits up. A month later as he removed my staples he asked to speak to me personally. His daughter was diagnosed with diabetes a week earlier, he asked me what life with diabetes was like. He asked why I didn't care for myself for so long. It was a very honest an emotional conversation. I would email this doctor from time to time but had lost touch with him for about eight years.
Yesterday we were reunited. My right shoulder has been giving me problems yet again, I can't hold anything out straight with that arm, my right hand often goes numb, a sharp pain will shoot from the right shoulder down to my thumb, index and middle finger. Thanks to my amazing wife Kate, we started to investigate what could be wrong with the man that knows me best. Joking as we sat in the room waiting for this amazing man I said to Kate " I want to yell happy anniversary when he walks in!!" With a smile she said "Might be a little odd but do what you want" I decided against that because what kind of doctor would remember a man after ten years. The best doctor in the world thats who. He walked in and said "long time no see, how have you been" He spoke about the week he performed the surgery and started to examine me. He would see my CGM and insulin pump and asked if it was a Medtronic and if I was using Dexcom. We talked about my setup and I asked "How's your daughter?" That could've been the weirdest question I have ever asked someone I don't really know. He would smile, and say "good" and smile again, words weren't needed but I could tell she was living a great life with diabetes.
As for my shoulder, tests were ordered and I will be seeing an orthopedic specialist, a neurologist, and the doctor who fused my neck a year ago to figure out exactly what is going on. The good news is in a month I get to go see the doctor that saved my life again and can't wait, I have never felt more comfortable with my life in the hands of a doctor until I met this amazing man.