@saab,
I have had superb medical care through the years, at least partly because I worked in hospitals from the time I turned sixteen (after school, weekends, summers and after university until I was 40) and I knew who was who re regard for the docs in two major hospitals.
The only time I had trouble was when I had moved north from my old stomping grounds - and a simple cataract surgery went very badly, tearing the retina in four places, and I was rushed through the forest in the middle of the night to a specialist a couple of hundred miles away. I've now had a total of five surgeries in that eye, and my face is a bit funny looking. But, hey, my face has a certain kind of character to it..
I'm not the type to sue, the surgeon didn't mean to do that, and he told me it was because of my underlying condition, retinitis pigmentosa (stable for years now), which can make the zonules slippery (or something). I wouldn't have sued anyway, but let's say I wasn't happy.
A year later I moved to New Mexico and immediately connected with the University Hospital here, and with the main eye doctor, who is easily one of the best docs I've ever had in a long lifetime. I told him about the zonules business, and he waved his hand and said the polite equivalent of bullshit. Ah well, at least I'm back with a swell surgeon. He got rid of the cataract in the "good" eye, and as the surgery was winding up, he and the crew started to sing along with the music he had had on during the surgery... he knew how I was afraid the same might happen on that eye too, no matter how reassuring he was.
I've told that story before, sorry for the repetition, but this thread reminded me..
Anyway, Boomer, I'm glad you and the practice have figured out what was going on. And now I remember about your arm too.