The downfall to all this good work is I had received a phone call at 8:58 pm from Dr. Hasson himself. He was doing a regular after surgery call to see how I was doing. . Now I will remind you that I had only been on my feet for a total of 5 minutes the whole day. I advised the doctor that I would use my homemade ice pack after I make my honey his sandwhich. He then caught an attitude really quick and said. Maybe I did not make myself clear you just had surgery you need to be on the couch flipping the remote. So dont call me on Saturday and complain about pain and swelling. I then thought he was playing and laughed with him and said yes sir. I got you and then I didn't hear anything. He hung up on me. I told my boyfriend about what he had said. So I called him back and he said in a rude tone. Who the hell is this. I said its English you just called me. I'm calling to see if you were playing or just being rude and want to know why. He then repeated himself and said maybe I didn't make myself clear. You obviously care more about your honey then you do yourself. It was honey this and honey that. So if you don't give a shit I dont give a shit. So dont fuc*** call me on Saturday and complain.