John (Bing) and Dr. Santiago Basto.
On Jan. 6, 2014, John had the staples removed from the
surgical incision of his hip surgery. On Dec. 19, 2013, John accidentally broke
the top of his right femur. He had hip replacement surgery to repair the damage. After two nights in the hospital Centro Médico de
las Américas, he came home and was off all pain medicine. Fourteen days later,
the staples were removed in the emergency room of the hospital by Dr. Basto.
John is now off all medications, doing massage and exercise therapy, walking
with a walker, and making progress. Full recovery in on the horizon.
THE STORY:
A Mishap:
In mid-November when
Jane and I were boarding the bus to Progreso Beach
I went to put our
folding bicycles in the storage compartment, it was nearly full. I had to sling
my bicycle in to make it fit; it hit a coil of wire, and bounced back, pitching
me out and onto the pavement.
The impact was
tremendous!
I was able to move.
When I entered the
bus I told Jane I had broken something. I must have had a light fracture.
December 19th Jane
and I were departing our home for a bike/bus getaway.
We were loaded with
heavy packs on our bikes and backs. My back pack was too big and too heavy. I
never got under way, but went sprawling. I was not going anywhere without
assistance.
Two passing gentlemen
offered to get me off the street. I had them carry me into our house and seat
me in a chair. I needed time to evaluate the situation. Jane and I discussed
and appraised the options. We decided to go to the very best clinical
facility in Yucatan, CMA (Centro Medicos de las Americas). We had been
customers there for 35 years.
We needed a ride to
the hospital. Our neighborhood friends had all gone to work so we called our
friend Ken Scott, our usual Thursday morning breakfast companion.
I was having painful
violent upper leg muscle spasms which were triggered by the slightest movement.
The hospital x-ray
confirmed a fracture. Even without my glasses I could easily see a clean break.
It was between the ball joint at the top of the femur and the thick place where
the femur becomes the thighbone.
Trauma specialist,
Dr. Basto scheduled surgery for nine that evening. He said that this type of
break would be causing internal bleeding and needed prompt attention.
The next order of
business would be pre-op tests starting at once. The anesthesiologist, Dr.
Patricia, interviewed me and said I would receive a spinal.
My last meal would be
Jell-o.
I had ample time to
think of the complications of my surgery. Friends in the U. S. that underwent
joint replacement surgery wound up pidgin toed, club footed and even requiring
elevated shoes. This past fall two friends our age went in for minor surgery,
contacted staff infection and died.
My options: 10 to 20
years earlier this surgical procedure was not even available and a broken hip
was a death sentence in traction.
Promptly at nine that
evening I was transported to surgery. Jane’s friend Rosario came to sit with
her during my operation.
Four doctors, my
anesthesiologist Dr. Patricia and nursing assistants were suited up and
arranging lots of stainless steel cutting tools.
Dr. Patricia rolled
me over and inserted my spinal needle. A friend of ours who had a spinal
injection at the Social Security Hospital said that it was the most painful
thing she had ever experienced. I didn’t feel a thing.
The most memorable
part of the operation came when I heard the power saw whirr into action,
chatter into my leg bone, slow under the load, pick up speed and persist.
At 11:45 the surgical
team was winding up and departing. The anesthesiologist had told me that
normally post-op patients were held in a recovery room for an hour for
evaluation. Dr. Patricia said that in spite of nearly a unit of blood loss my
blood count was still good, my skin color rosy, and my vital signs good-to-go.
She accompanied me to my room and tucked me in. She was wonderful!
That was midnight.
Jane slept in my room with me.
The next morning I
woke up ravenously hungry, extra rations were provided and I ate every
crumb…the same for lunch and dinner.
Amazingly the
surgical wound was not very painful in comparison to my upper leg muscle damage
caused by at least 20 violent spasms.
I began massage
therapy immediately and every opportunity thereafter.
My two night stay in
the hospital was made pleasant by the helpful, friendly, congenial, and good
humored nursing staff.
I went home by
ambulance and with no further pain medicines.
All the time I was in
the hospital Jane was commuting home to move my bedroom downstairs and elevate
the bed, set up our kitchen there, extract cash from cash machines for the team
of doctors, and hundreds of other tasks to make my transition home. All of the
other medical payments could be handled by credit card.
She was past
exhausted.
The day after I got
home she discovered that she had an abscessed tooth. Then we were both on
antibiotics.
Return to normalcy:
So, how do you
measure a good surgery?
The treatment,
attention to detail, expedience, pain and suffering, before, during and after
the surgery, quality of the outcome and does everything still work?
Are there any
lingering aftereffects? Are you improved?
Recovery time and the
surgical scar are measures of quality.
The very best
indicator of professional and caring workmanship is a scar that is smooth and
nearly invisible. The other end of the scale is an ugly disfiguring
wound, the mark of a slovenly uncaring butcher which reflects a slipshod job.
So, what did I get at
Mérida’s CMA?
Fast competent
attention, efficient, friendly, supportive treatment was expeditious from all
doctors, the anesthesiologist, nurses and staff. My two night stay was
amazingly short considering this was major surgery.
The fact that I was
off pain medicines in a day and a half speaks volumes about the quality and
precision of my treatment.
Prognoses:
If I don’t do
anything foolish like straining myself before healing has had a chance to mend
me my road to recovery will progress at a measured rate.
I am feeling good,
continue to have a ravenous appetite, and with Jane setting the guidelines for
my physical activities my progress has been astonishing.
Muscle damage from
pre-operation spasms must heal completely to have a full recovery. My nurse and
care giver, Jane is working wonders.
