Today just sucked. No two ways about it. It's all really boring and hohum. Missed practice, train to LA, lots of political intrigue and misery at The Office, happened upon the article about Alloderm being recalled at the end of last year. You know those guys in New Jersey who were harvesting body parts and forging documents? Yea, those guys, they distributed body parts to the manufacturer of Alloderm. The company, they did a voluntary recall of the Alloderm... hahahahahahaha how the hell do you do a RECALL of a product that gets IMPLANTED into the body. A recall. So I read it, read the name of the company that manufactured the cadaver tissue in my body, read the dates and thought "OH SHIT!" My heart just plummeted and I thought "Great, THIS is what I need to deal with... THIS... on top of the rest of my crappy ass day, I get to deal with THIS!" More political mumbo jumbo and, in the middle of a meeting, my phone rings... It was a FORCE friend who had also had surgery a couple weeks before me, she's also a doctor. She wanted to be the one to tell me about the situation and to give me the "good" news which was that she contacted both our doctor and the company and both assured her that our doctor was never given tissue originating from the cited company. She also wanted to tell me about the article in this week's people with the woman who apparently had bilateral mastectomies with Alloderm reconstruction and was the recipient of some of the cadaver tissue in question.

I spent the entire train ride home with that horribly empty feeling of just having had a really freakin' crappy day. The kind where you just want to come home have a glass of wine or three and stop the train for awhile. Instead, I looked at fashion magazines and felt sorry for myself with sad songs on the iPod.

It would be nice to say I'd work it out with practice tomorrow... only I got kid duty tomorrow so no practice is in the cards. Wednesday though... and my meeting Friday got canceled... and I'm gonna try to do the work early/practice at 9 thing on Thursday... and... tomorrow has to be a better day.