New Stories

The Rest of the Story, Again

Paul Harvey was a well known 20th century and early 21st  century radio broadcaster with a large audience. For years on his radio show Paul Harvey would tell us “The Rest of the Story” in which a well known narrative became more fully understandable or had a different...

He Burned His Records

George Bernard Shaw said, “The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion it has taken place.” A doctor and a patient must communicate.  Here is the story of an interview where communication truly was an illusion.  I was seeing a man I had seen...

AMA Against Medical Advice

Patients and doctors don’t always agree on their treatment plan or progress in treatment.  The patient may leave the hospital AMA after signing release of liability and discussion.  A patient may decline the ambulance attendant’s advice and refuse to be transported to...

He Died Happy

The lady was a patient new to my practice.  I was taking a history of her and becoming familiar with her.  Questions relating to previous illnesses, current problems, and her social history were asked and being answered, in part as follows. Me: ”Are you married and...

The Doctor Gets Schooled

As a group doctors tend to be firm and certain in their statements.  We often speak as if our information came from on high.  This manner of speaking can be fine for inspiring confidence in our patients that we know our stuff and the patient can be assured.  Sometimes...

Finger Wave

Older men sometimes suffer from an inflamed prostate. A method of treating this used to be, maybe still is, to do a prostate message.  To perform this the physician inserts a lubricated, gloved finger into the rectum and with some degree of vigor waving the finger...

Sundown, Texas

Sundown, Texas is a town not known to many people outside the Texas South Plains area and former residents of the town of about 1500 people southwest of Levelland, Texas.  I remembered the town during much of my medical career because of a house call I made with Dr....

1958

On the Saturday of Labor Day Weekend in 1958 in Schurz, NV, I tripped, fell and shattered my knee cap.  The orthopedist removed much of the bone fragments and screwed two pieces together to give me a functioning kneecap.  He warned me this would probably be good for...