First Words
…thoughts of an anachronistic, solo pediatrician
by Glenn Feole, M.D.
"Be careful too that the reading of your story makes the melancholy
laugh and the merry laugh louder," Cervantes, Prologue to Don Quixote
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June 18, 2014 Wednesday
(written on the chart before I go into the exam room)
“Here for evaluation of bilateral feet.”
Interesting Name:
Anecdote:
Teddy, age three and one-half, was lying on his back on the floor looking up at his Mother and I after his examination. It's nice to see someone so relaxed in the office.
He interrupted us and said, "Mom?" We both looked down and I had a feeling something interesting was going to happen. He was a card.
"Mom, I'm not your son." That was the end of the message.
(Note: Teddy has subsequently graduated from his Father's alma mater, Princeton.)
(Note: Teddy has subsequently graduated from his Father's alma mater, Princeton.)
Westport, Connecticut, 1990's
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| Another of a series of pictures of how I find Woody after I leave the exam room |
Poetry:
To Waiting
You spend so much of your time
expecting to become
someone else
always someone
who will be different
someone to whom a moment
whatever moment it may be
at last has come
and who has been
met and transformed
into no longer being you
and so has forgotten you
meanwhile in your life
you hardly notice
the world around you
lights changing
sirens dying along the buildings
your eyes intent
on a sight you do not see yet
not yet there
as long as you
are only yourself
with whom as you
recall you were
never happy
to be left alone for long
expecting to become
someone else
always someone
who will be different
someone to whom a moment
whatever moment it may be
at last has come
and who has been
met and transformed
into no longer being you
and so has forgotten you
meanwhile in your life
you hardly notice
the world around you
lights changing
sirens dying along the buildings
your eyes intent
on a sight you do not see yet
not yet there
as long as you
are only yourself
with whom as you
recall you were
never happy
to be left alone for long
by W.S. Merwin, from Present Company.
Coup d'essai:
Quote: "…his brain was like wet tinder, and no spark could possibly take hold," Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne.
This sounds like my professor's comment on my philosophy thesis...
Favorite Musician/song:
Paul McCartney, "Junk"
Exquisite, evocative, memories of first love (from his album Ram I believe)
Favorite Book/author:
George R. R. Martin, The Sandkings (short story)
One of the most atmospheric, suspenseful (although a little macabre) sci-fi short stories I have ever read.
Favorite Movie/DVD:
The Girl in the Cafe, with Bill Nighey
I could completely relate. A beautiful and gentle romance.
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