My shoulder was smashed as in demolished when I totaled my Harley in 1991. Doctor Charles Miller of Cincinnati, OH, was the one who performed multiple procedures with the shoulder culminating in putting two pins through the head of the bone of my arm to pull the pieces back together again.
That surgical procedure worked well for almost twenty-five years but the head of the bone had started necrotizing (i.e. dying) and about a third of it was dead. Doctor Suresh Nayak of Cincinnati, OH, removed the arm, in effect, and took off the top of the bone so he could insert a titanium spike with a replacement head for the bone.
It was during the course of this procedure that my medical insurance was canceled by Liberty Mutual Insurance via Leon Rosenberg canceled my coverage which cut me off from the required year of therapy.
The cancelation came due to the greed of Liberty Mutual and their stooge, Rosenberg, since I know definitely Dr Miller charged two thousand dollars for his operative procedures but the total bill was well over twenty thousand dollars so you tell me who rips off the people.
(Ed: medical administrators in hospitals?)
Roger that and in collusion with the insurance companies. Welcome to corporate collusion in America.
Note: $20K+ may seem low but keep in mind those procedures took place in 1991.
I do not know the charges from Dr Nayak but I know without any doubt in my mind he is a fair and reasonable man who is brilliant in his art of orthopedic surgery. I can't say I would have lost the arm physically if the bone had died but there's no question I would have lost the use of it and he not only prevented that but also halted a substantial amount of pain.
Note: if you are facing joint replacement surgery such as with your shoulder or your hip, see Dr Nayak as I unreservedly recommend him for his surgical talent and his warm manner. He's a walking, talking genius and I will respect him and be grateful to him for saving my estimable ability to play the Galaxy Guitar.
The same was true with the warmth of Dr Miller and I saw him again when I went back to Cincinnati. He was the one who recommended Dr Nayak to me so his brilliance was sustained as well.
Chuck any thought of arrogant, patronizing doctors since neither of these great men is in any way like that.
I went to Cincinnati to see Dr Miller, knowing I would lose everything to do it, and the reason was the manifest incompetence of my doctor in Rhode Island who will remain nameless but in deep contempt.
I showed him my left foot which was badly smashed in another accident couldn't support me but he was obsessed with a bump on my pelvis which was, to him, highly anomalous. I told him it was broken in two places in the bike crash so obviously there will be bumps but it made no difference. He never even looked at my shoulder.
I wasn't running from Rhode Island but rather to Cincinnati where I knew there was major medical talent, heavily influenced by the presence of the University of Cincinnati medical school. My ol' Dad was one of the last professors the med students saw as undergraduates before some went to the UC Med School and others went wherever they liked.
Since this is way too much blood and guts already, we need some comedy and it starts out rough as I crashed a Honda 750 on I-71 at a bit over 100 mph / 160 kph and that time didn't break any bones but it took enough skin off my back and one arm to yield pain as exquisite as any bone smashing could do.
On arrival, yet again, in the Good Samaritan Hospital emergency room, the 'rents were there immediately as they knew this had been a big one. It happened that the attending physician had been one of my ol' Dad's students.
My ol' Dad asked him to step aside and set in his best Lawrence Olivier, "Make it hurrrt!"
The ex-student replied, "There's no way I could make it hurt more than it does already."
Note: I know why my ol' Dad said it and that makes me laugh to this day. It didn't work because it didn't stop me from riding and I was up on a bike again the next day.
(Ed: Frasers do well with science but don't learn other things too fast, huh?)
Dat's a fact, Jack. (Deliver as if Bill Murray in "Stripes")
You can see the bandages all over the place and you may also notice I'm not even wearing shoes. I'm a reasonably smart person but that doesn't necessarily follow with intelligent behavior.
Note: that one was my Honda 500, the only bike no-one ever crashed.
Nothing I'm saying here is to suggest you should not ride motorcycles but it's definitely a suggestion it would be better if you don't fuck it up. Of that much I'm quite sure is important.
Dayum, lookit all the hair on that rogue!
That surgical procedure worked well for almost twenty-five years but the head of the bone had started necrotizing (i.e. dying) and about a third of it was dead. Doctor Suresh Nayak of Cincinnati, OH, removed the arm, in effect, and took off the top of the bone so he could insert a titanium spike with a replacement head for the bone.
It was during the course of this procedure that my medical insurance was canceled by Liberty Mutual Insurance via Leon Rosenberg canceled my coverage which cut me off from the required year of therapy.
The cancelation came due to the greed of Liberty Mutual and their stooge, Rosenberg, since I know definitely Dr Miller charged two thousand dollars for his operative procedures but the total bill was well over twenty thousand dollars so you tell me who rips off the people.
(Ed: medical administrators in hospitals?)
Roger that and in collusion with the insurance companies. Welcome to corporate collusion in America.
Note: $20K+ may seem low but keep in mind those procedures took place in 1991.
I do not know the charges from Dr Nayak but I know without any doubt in my mind he is a fair and reasonable man who is brilliant in his art of orthopedic surgery. I can't say I would have lost the arm physically if the bone had died but there's no question I would have lost the use of it and he not only prevented that but also halted a substantial amount of pain.
Note: if you are facing joint replacement surgery such as with your shoulder or your hip, see Dr Nayak as I unreservedly recommend him for his surgical talent and his warm manner. He's a walking, talking genius and I will respect him and be grateful to him for saving my estimable ability to play the Galaxy Guitar.
The same was true with the warmth of Dr Miller and I saw him again when I went back to Cincinnati. He was the one who recommended Dr Nayak to me so his brilliance was sustained as well.
Chuck any thought of arrogant, patronizing doctors since neither of these great men is in any way like that.
I went to Cincinnati to see Dr Miller, knowing I would lose everything to do it, and the reason was the manifest incompetence of my doctor in Rhode Island who will remain nameless but in deep contempt.
I showed him my left foot which was badly smashed in another accident couldn't support me but he was obsessed with a bump on my pelvis which was, to him, highly anomalous. I told him it was broken in two places in the bike crash so obviously there will be bumps but it made no difference. He never even looked at my shoulder.
I wasn't running from Rhode Island but rather to Cincinnati where I knew there was major medical talent, heavily influenced by the presence of the University of Cincinnati medical school. My ol' Dad was one of the last professors the med students saw as undergraduates before some went to the UC Med School and others went wherever they liked.
Since this is way too much blood and guts already, we need some comedy and it starts out rough as I crashed a Honda 750 on I-71 at a bit over 100 mph / 160 kph and that time didn't break any bones but it took enough skin off my back and one arm to yield pain as exquisite as any bone smashing could do.
On arrival, yet again, in the Good Samaritan Hospital emergency room, the 'rents were there immediately as they knew this had been a big one. It happened that the attending physician had been one of my ol' Dad's students.
My ol' Dad asked him to step aside and set in his best Lawrence Olivier, "Make it hurrrt!"
The ex-student replied, "There's no way I could make it hurt more than it does already."
Note: I know why my ol' Dad said it and that makes me laugh to this day. It didn't work because it didn't stop me from riding and I was up on a bike again the next day.
(Ed: Frasers do well with science but don't learn other things too fast, huh?)
Dat's a fact, Jack. (Deliver as if Bill Murray in "Stripes")
You can see the bandages all over the place and you may also notice I'm not even wearing shoes. I'm a reasonably smart person but that doesn't necessarily follow with intelligent behavior.
Note: that one was my Honda 500, the only bike no-one ever crashed.
Nothing I'm saying here is to suggest you should not ride motorcycles but it's definitely a suggestion it would be better if you don't fuck it up. Of that much I'm quite sure is important.
Dayum, lookit all the hair on that rogue!
2 comments:
That bike was a pig. You could nt knock it over even if you kicked it from the side
Well, it was the first crash-proof bike and long before BMW!
I know I've told it before but it always cracked me up how the rear wheel would lift if you leaned more than it thought was right in a corner. It was a beast, tho ... but one which didn't fall over.
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