Before I move on from the hospital stuff, I wanted to mention a doctor on the ICU floor. His name is Dr. Woodcock. He is from Gr. Britain or Australia and if you recall the voice of Michael Caine you 'll kow how he sounds. What a gift a voice like that would be. His specialty is intensivist. He spoke to me several times, asking how I was doing, cheering me on and always ending with reminding me of how important it was to use my incentive spirometer(a breathing device that measures volume of air breathed in). Then he would ball his hands into fists and form his arms into what might look like handles on either side of an urn(representing the lungs) and say loudly in his Michael Caine voice,"DEEP BREATHS, DEEP BREATHS!" He is a gem. Thank you Dr. Woodcock!
Just to give this post a little more meat, I'm going to add a person not really worth mentioning. I think the best thing the press could do is not show up at T. Woods press conference. Why do we all scurry over like a bunch of lemmings for every, sports star, movie star or politician. It doesn't help their egos. Why would you put any more credence in their opinion than the next person you meet on the street? Something about T.Woods bothered me when he came along. Before he had even played his first professional tournament he was given $40 Million by Nike and declared the greatest golfer of all time. He seemed to me kind of wooden(no pun), stand offish and petulant (throwing clubs?). My grandson idolized him as did many young kids.
Of course, he is a great golfer, let's leave it at that. My favorite golfers?, you ask: Arnold Palmer, Ernie Els, Vijay Singh, John Daly and JensArne Pedersen.
Just wanted to get that off my chest. Now where is my spirometer? DEEP BREATHS, DEEP BREATHS!"
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
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British or Australian? Surely you've met enough of each to know the difference now.
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