After X-Rays he got on the intercom and asked for the janitor to "come to the ER with a pair of Chanel Locks". He asked my daughter if she "would like to help?" Her eyes lit up. She became calm and said "you bet!"
I had some crush and burst fractures in my fingers. He had to yank out my fingernails. The two of them had a blast. I knew he was treating her trauma as much as mine. Good guy. He was always in hot water with the hospital board of directors.
Still have all my fingers. Two still feel like everything I touch is sandpaper, from nerve damage. It took about six months for the ones crushed flat to fill back out.
That’s another great story. So happy you have a keeper of a doctor. They are so hard to find.
My primary care doc is ok, but my ophthalmologist is one of those gems. He wants to retire in the next couple of years. The others that work in his practice are just run of the mill ok.
One of them missed a crucial diagnosis for an eye injury my husband had with an emergency visit. Hubby kept feeling worse and then had unbearable pain. That’s when we asked for the head honcho, the one whose name is on the practice. He discovered what was really wrong, and was able to give my husband relief. I don’t trust my eyes to just anybody.
I wish I could feel that way about my other doctors. I guess I set the bar high, and there are few who rise to that level. Stick with your guy!