Friday, July 13, 2012
The Clock Is Ticking
His voice is confident and gruff. The steadiness makes one sure that he is used to giving orders without apology. He fiddles with the phone and taps his feet impatiently. His eyes role towards the ceiling as he absentmindedly interrupts the inferior voice on the other side of the line.
He blows his stack often. In fact, so often that his staff makes sure his blood pressure pills are awaiting at his desk every morning. He has had a heart attack, or angioplasty, or CABG. Even though he has survived his own health catastrophe, he still asks the drug reps to bring greasy fried food.
He remembers a time when during residency his attending put a cigarette out on a ventilator while discussing a patient. Maybe, he even did it himself.
He is a curmudgeon. He is a relic.
It is easy for today's society to turn our heads embarrassingly away from such a caricature. Yet for decades his patients swore by his accuracy and skill. His rough exterior melted away when confronted with a sickly grandparent, or holding the hand of a grieving family member.
He is a man of contradictions. He is a dying breed.
Take a close look if you will. Whether you think he is a work of art, or a reflection of our jaded history is totally irrelevant
His day has passed
Posted by Jordan Grumet at 7:23 PM
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His day has passed, yet he remains in denial.
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