We've had a few brave visitors during the husband's surgery incarceration. Last night, I came out of another room to find our doctor in the kitchen. (Not the surgeon, the internist.) And to think there are people who don't believe in answered prayers.
Since I don't have "M.D." after my name, my opinions about medical and surgical expectations are met with a certain amount of skepticism. It's nice to have some back up.
Plus, the golf talk was a great distraction and I'm not good at it.
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