I'll trade you one TFCC repair surgery for a lifetime of cakes. . .
So last Monday I had another post-op appointment with Dr. A, my hand surgeon, in Atlanta. I decided to take my great OT's some more of my famous chocolate and peanut butter cupcakes...just to make them happy (I think it worked, too!). I was talking to one of them a few days before about bringing them the cupcakes and she asked if I had taken Dr. A any of my goodies before. I hadn't and she told me he had quite the sweet tooth, so I decided to take a dozen to him, too. I baked up the deliciousness, packed them up, and headed to Atlanta to see what Dr. A had to say about my wrist, how it's healing, and this popped stitch I have. At the end of the appointment, I gave him the cupcakes and told him that I had made them for the OT's and that it was only fair that I make some for him since he is the one who fixed my mangled wrist in the first place. We then chatted for a few minutes about me being a baker and cake decorator. He asked what all I did, like cakes, cupcakes, and cookies, and then he asked me if I had a card. This summer I had ordered "real" business cards from Vista Print and luckily, I had some with me and gave one to him. He said something along the line of "we're always looking for cakes and goodies." He looked at the card, put it in his pocket, walked me to the desk to check-out, and said good-bye. On another note, I was really, really, really hoping that would be my last post-op visit, but...it's not...he wants to see me in March to see what this knot...aka, popped stitch...is doing and if it is still there, I may need to have to taken out...which means surgery #4 on my left hand/wrist. Oh well!
Fast forward about 2 hours and I was at Bob Bailey's visiting with Amanda. We were just chatting away and my cell phone rang. I looked at it and knew that I knew the number from somewhere but it wasn't programmed in my phone so I didn't know exactly who it was...I just knew that the number was familiar. I answered it and the voice on the other end (who sounded really familiar) asked to speak to Melissa. I said that I was Melissa and the voice said "hey Melissa, this is your doctor." Well, by then I knew it was Dr. A. My first thought was that I had left something at the office, like my book, and then my stomach hit the floor...I was thinking, "he's calling to tell me that he has looked back at my records and I need to have the stitch taken out now." He told me thank you for the cupcakes and that they were delicious...I thought, "man, this certainly is nice for him to call and tell me thank you." I told him he was welcome. He then asked if I made a carrot cake, which I do. His wife's birthday is on Christmas and he wanted to get a carrot cake with cream cheese icing for her. It took a few minutes for us to work out the details of getting the cake to Atlanta since he lives down there (I think) and I live in the sticks, I mean, in Loganville. He was very concerned about me driving all the back down there just to deliver a cake...I told him that I had gotten very used to driving down there...two times a week for 10 weeks for OT will do that! We got everything figured out and he said he would e-mail me at the gmail account for Perfect Yum so that we could be in touch with each other. As soon as I got off the phone Amanda asked, "was that your doctor? Did he order a cake?"About that time, my blackberry dinged and like he said, he had e-mailed me. Amanda and I chatted some more and then I decided I needed to get on my merry little way back home.
On the way home, my blackberry dinged and it was Dr. A again telling me that his father-in-law had already ordered a cake for Christmas day but that he would still love to get a cake from me sometime, like maybe the next time I was in the city. I wrote back that I understood and told him I was going to be in the city today if he wanted to get a cake then and if not, once school started back that I could get there pretty quick from school. He wrote back and said today was great. Then came the hard part....he had to figure out what kind of cake, filling, and icing he wanted. He settled on a 9" round, 4- layer cake with yellow/fudge marble cake, cream cheese icing, and what he called the "oreos treatment"...crushed oreos between the layers and crushed oreos on top...just thinking about it will send your blood sugar through the roof! A bunch of e-mails later, we had everything figured out...I was just going to take the cake to the office and he would leave an envelope for me at the front desk.
Yesterday, I mixed and baked and crushed and iced and sprinkled
until the cake was complete! And let me tell you...I could have eaten a piece myself...it smelled delicious!! Today I got up, drove to Atlanta, picked up my friend Lauren (well, she's my brother's girlfriend, but she's still a friend) and went to deliver the cake. The doors and side panels to the office are glass from top to bottom so they have a great view of who is coming in the door. As soon as I opened the door with cake in hand, the girls' eyes lit up....they must have known what was coming! We traded a cake for an envelope and Lauren and I left...we were headed to lunch. Dr. A had asked me to e-mail him when I dropped the cake off so I did...a little bit later he wrote back to say he got it and that it looked great. I don't know if it was for the people at the office or his family, but I hope that whoever is eating it is enjoying it!
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| One layer of goodness... cake, cream cheese icing, & crushed Oreos |
So the question now is....if I have to have surgery again, do you think Dr. A will trade surgery for cakes?
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| The "Dr. A Cake" |
