Hopes Dashed

I couldn't sleep last night- the conversation I had with Charlie and others had me excited- and alongside a midday nap made me well rested.  At 3:45am I decided to take an ambien.  That stuff works- and when I got up I could still feel its odd effects on my perception.

The exciting news for the say was to visit an independent doctor for a second opinion.   This physician was very matter of fact- and not at all hopeful.

"Very little chance of it healing."
"If it does heal you'll have a leg an inch shorter than the other."
"The first surgery was going to fail because the screws didn't have the right separation."
"The second surgery was going to fail because it didn't have a proper reduction."

Not words I wanted to hear, but that's why I got the second opinion.

The part I'm confused about is what's the next step.  He said I needed to see a trauma specialist and I was given the name of one.  Unfortunately, that guy was booked until March!  So I was given a backup, whom I initially though was very junior since he had an opening next week, but has an impressive pedigree as well.

Next week is very busy with a physical, a referral, another 2nd opinion, a CT scan, and a visit to my doctor's office.