If you want to be a doctor, you better like reading books. I spent most of this evening curled up with a good one on traumatic bony injuries of all kinds. Sounds like a romantic evening, huh?
When you read all the ways an inebriated young male can ruin his life by plunging headlong into five feet of water, it does give you pause for thought. Wonder what does possess a human being to do such a thing? I dunno.
I know I should be more serious; the injuries I read about are very sobering indeed. As a family doc, you don’t see them every day, but you hate it every time. Tonight, though, I’ve read so long I’m about to get giddy.
A redneck joke comes to mind, and since I’m a redneck I guess it is not too politically incorrect for me to tell it.
What are the famous last words of a redneck boy?
HEY, Y’ALL! WATCH THIS!!
Sorry guys. See you around Wednesday for more heart trouble thoughts, and I’ll try to get serious again. And if anyone in your family has had an injury like this, I’m not making fun, but just trying to cope.
When I think back on my teenage years, I feel mighty fortunate to have gotten out intact.