It’s lunchtime, so between patients I skip down to the Doctor’s Lounge for a bite. At this particular hospital, the cafeteria brings up some trays of hot food to supplement the usual assortment of sandwiches and chips.
I walk up to the food bar to find one of our surgeons, a fairly bright guy, looking uneasily at something chunky, pink, and breaded. Hearing my footfalls, he turns and gives me a quizzical look.
“What do you think this is? Chicken or fish, or something else?”
Now let’s get this straight. This is a guy who cuts into flesh for a living, while in general I only look at it from the outside. And he can’t figure out what kind of meat they’re serving for lunch?
I had a piece of cheese and a Coke.
Behold, I am Become Number
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When Robert Oppenheimer, architect of the atomic bomb, reflected back
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