Smithee, one of the ER physicians I used to work with was a hard-wired ski bum. I think the only reason he practiced medicine was to finance his skiing adventures. It was obvious to most of us that all he did in his life was work the ER and ski, and he lived to ski. It was his one true religion. Well, on one of his ski adventures, he got into some sort of mishap with some sort of fixed, immovable something. It won, and doc sustained a badly broken leg.
So, here he is, back working our ER, his car parked in the ambulance entrance, his leg casted from ankle to thigh and propped up on whatever was in front of him when he was not hobbling around the trauma room on his crutches, still extolling the virtues of skiing to anyone and everyone within earshot, who were still listening to him, exclaiming that skiing was the greatest experience that could ever be had on earth, that there was really nothing else quite like it, that it was as close to heaven as we mortals could ever come, and on and on and on.
This played out over and over for the duration of the 6 or 8 weeks he was casted and unable to go to his church to worship his one true god. We pretty much got used to him and his ramblings, but the patients thought he was nuts. - Holly |
