Valerie called today to say she'd just returned from seeing "my boyfriend." I wracked my brain, thinking it must be somebody from those halcyon Cambridge days, teacher or student. I had that effect on so many. But she meant Dr. Congiusta; it seems she has also fallen under his spell, as have so many before her. He was looking good today, she said, in a blue shirt, though my preference is for a white shirt. She said she mentioned my name, and they said they knew me there, that I was a great patient. Valerie has harked back to the days of long ago when I was someone to be known, and even acknowledged. I suspect no one remembers me at all, and they were just being polite.
Val said they are here for the winter. Don has "no knee." It was infected, probably as a result of his first TKR in Florida last year, and Dr. C. removed all the old prosthetic parts, and inserted a space-maker, infiltrated with antibiotics, and stabilized the knee with splints. He removed the staples, and Don is feeling better. He has to have daily antibiotic infusions through an IV, which last 45 minutes, and which Val takes care of. I think she said it will be that way for 4 months. He uses a walker, and was told he could drive if absolutely necessary; it's his left knee. They are impressed with Dr. C's reputation, that he "is the best around" and an expert in revisions. Don was also impressed that, like himself, he was a football player, defensive tackle .
We're supposed to get together for dinner, one of these days. There's a new Italian restaurant in Cambridge.
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