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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August 20, 2014 Wednesday
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| from Impressions of the Met |
Chief Complaint: (written on the chart before I go in the room)
fall from turret
(a computer diagnosis when I was searching "fall")
(a computer diagnosis when I was searching "fall")
Interesting Name:
Pegy
Anecdote:
At the end of the exam I like to watch the toddlers walk in order to check their legs and examine the arches of their feet. I asked David, age three, “Would you please walk over to the corner for me?”
David was always bursting with energy and he didn’t hesitate at this golden opportunity. He eagerly lept off the table, yelling in midair, “Sure! I’ll walk to the corner for you!”
He took off at a fast clip and accelerated into a lightening sprint. To our surprise, he then flashed right out of the room and vanished down the hall.
It happened so fast that the mother and I just looked at each other dumbfounded and sat back and laughed. She called to him and he eventually came back in with a puzzled look on his face.
He asked, “Where’s the corner?”
Westport, Connecticut 1990's
Poetry:
"Fill Her Up"
Mobile station,
Where I stand
This old gas pump
In my hand.
The Boss don't like me
Face like a weasel,
All on my hands
The smell of diesel.
Here comes the big shot,
Here he comes!
From the city.
God Damn!
A V-8 engine
She runs so pretty.
Woo!
Fill 'er up son
With unleaded.
I need a full tank of gas
where I'm headed
Up in the front seat
A pretty red head,
We're going to Vegas
We're gonna get wed
So fill her up son!
Don't be starin'!
Yeah that's a real diamond she be wearin'.
I'm gonna treat my baby one day.
I'm gonna fill her up and head out West.
I'm gonna find some money alright. Yeah
That's it.
See those tail lights headed West
I got no money
to invest
I got no prospects
or education
I was lucky to get the job at this gas station
That old cash box
That old cash box
On the top shelf
On the top shelf
The boss is sleeping
The boss is sleeping
I'll just help myself
Let's consider this
as just a loan
I can sort it out later on the phone
I'm gonna pick my girl up tonight
I'm gonna fill 'er up and head west
I'm gonna show her all the bright lights
We're gonna say we lived 'fore we come home
And as I head through the woods on the way back
The evening sun is slanting through the pine trees real pretty
it's like i walked into a glade of heaven
and there's music playing
and this money is cold in my hand and voice somewhere says:
"Why were you going to take that stolen thing?
What real happiness can it bring?"
Ahhh Ohhhh Ahhhh Ohhhh
Ahhhohhhh......Ohhhh
You're gonna fill her up with sadness
You're gonna fill her up with shame
You're gonna fill her up with sorrow before she even takes your name
You're gonna fill her up with madness
You're gonna fill her up with pain
You're gonna live with no tommorow
You're gonna fill her up with hate
You're gonna fill her up darkness
You're gonna fill her up with light
You gotta fill her up with Jesus!
You gotta fill her up with light!
You gotta fill her up with spirit! Fill her up!
You've gotta fill her up with faith
You gotta fill her up with heaven!
You've got the rest of life to face
You've gotta fill her up right away
You've gotta fill her up with faith
You've gotta fill her up with babies (?!!?)
You've gotta fill her up with this way
You're gonna love that girl forever
Your gonna fill her up for life
You're gonna be her loving husband
She gonna be your loving wife
You've gotta fill her up with gladness.
You gotta fill her up with joy!
You gotta fill her up with love,
You gotta fill her up with love
You gotta fill her up with love
This old gas pump
In my hand.
The Boss don't like me
Face like a weasel,
All on my hands
The smell of diesel.
Here comes the big shot,
Here he comes!
From the city.
God Damn!
A V-8 engine
She runs so pretty.
Woo!
Fill 'er up son
With unleaded.
I need a full tank of gas
where I'm headed
Up in the front seat
A pretty red head,
We're going to Vegas
We're gonna get wed
So fill her up son!
Don't be starin'!
Yeah that's a real diamond she be wearin'.
I'm gonna treat my baby one day.
I'm gonna fill her up and head out West.
I'm gonna find some money alright. Yeah
That's it.
See those tail lights headed West
I got no money
to invest
I got no prospects
or education
I was lucky to get the job at this gas station
That old cash box
That old cash box
On the top shelf
On the top shelf
The boss is sleeping
The boss is sleeping
I'll just help myself
Let's consider this
as just a loan
I can sort it out later on the phone
I'm gonna pick my girl up tonight
I'm gonna fill 'er up and head west
I'm gonna show her all the bright lights
We're gonna say we lived 'fore we come home
And as I head through the woods on the way back
The evening sun is slanting through the pine trees real pretty
it's like i walked into a glade of heaven
and there's music playing
and this money is cold in my hand and voice somewhere says:
"Why were you going to take that stolen thing?
What real happiness can it bring?"
Ahhh Ohhhh Ahhhh Ohhhh
Ahhhohhhh......Ohhhh
You're gonna fill her up with sadness
You're gonna fill her up with shame
You're gonna fill her up with sorrow before she even takes your name
You're gonna fill her up with madness
You're gonna fill her up with pain
You're gonna live with no tommorow
You're gonna fill her up with hate
You're gonna fill her up darkness
You're gonna fill her up with light
You gotta fill her up with Jesus!
You gotta fill her up with light!
You gotta fill her up with spirit! Fill her up!
You've gotta fill her up with faith
You gotta fill her up with heaven!
You've got the rest of life to face
You've gotta fill her up right away
You've gotta fill her up with faith
You've gotta fill her up with babies (?!!?)
You've gotta fill her up with this way
You're gonna love that girl forever
Your gonna fill her up for life
You're gonna be her loving husband
She gonna be your loving wife
You've gotta fill her up with gladness.
You gotta fill her up with joy!
You gotta fill her up with love,
You gotta fill her up with love
You gotta fill her up with love
Coup d'essai:
Favorite Musician/song:
"Fill Her Up," sung by Sting on Brand New Day CD
A rarity…a country-western song by Sting. And yet, surprising in its creativity as it glides from a slide guitar and intriguing story line into a quiet spiritual meditation ("the evening sun is slanting") with gorgeous music, then transforms into an African-American Baptist Choir sound…a revival, only to end on a jazz riff reminiscent of Bruce Hornsby with its funky bass and drums and keyboard riffs. A treasure.
A rarity…a country-western song by Sting. And yet, surprising in its creativity as it glides from a slide guitar and intriguing story line into a quiet spiritual meditation ("the evening sun is slanting") with gorgeous music, then transforms into an African-American Baptist Choir sound…a revival, only to end on a jazz riff reminiscent of Bruce Hornsby with its funky bass and drums and keyboard riffs. A treasure.
Favorite Book/author:
The Namesake, by Jhumpa Lahiri (also on DVD)
Favorite Movie/DVD:
Between the Folds
An amazing, beautify documentary on origami - with artists that I have grown attached to and have inspired my own pursuit of a life of art. When I heard that the French origamist (?word) had died, I was distraught. Such a gentle, secluded life devoted to his art. Similarly, the Japanese origmist who inspired so many…and never sold a piece of origami in his life. He did it just for the beauty of creating art.
I often show my patients origami and give them a sheet of colorful origami paper…with no instructions from me - just go and create. If anything, I show them the beauty and simplicity of "single fold" origami as demonstrated in the film. An exquisite DVD.
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