So, here is my animation of SHRED (with my paper-engineered creation) -- turn up the volume!
Thursday, April 20, 2023
Monday, April 17, 2023
I pulled him down, bringing him on top of me, and there on the dirt we grappled, blow by savage blow
Saturday, April 15, 2023
Lenny’s gone, but still, I’m thinking about him, about how he’s touched on that time, the lost time nearly five years ago, when I went out the door, swearing I ain’t gonna come back to him, not ever. What he hasn’t said—and what left such a bitter taste in my mouth—is how he told me, back then, “You are a nice kid, Anita. Go, go back to where you came from. Go back to your mama.”
Friday, April 14, 2023
Tuesday, April 11, 2023
It ripples all around him, wave after wave. I can tell that it’s starting to sooth him. It’s so full of joy, of delight, even if to him, it’s coming across somewhat muffled. Like a dream in a dream, it’s floating inside, into his soft, tender ear.
I close my eyes and hold myself, wrapping my arms real soft—around me around him—and I rock ever so gently, back and forth, back and forth, with every note of this silvery marvel. You can barely hear me—but here I am, singing along. I’m whispering words into myself, into him.”
But in the back, I 'carved' into the piece, so as to make it look as if it has broken. This makes for an interesting balance, as if this is a rock standing on edge. But more importantly, it is symbolic, because self-sacrifice is the nature of motherhood.
Monday, April 10, 2023
The death of his wife is something I can investigate later, on my own. No need to talk about it with him. Instead, I ask, “Have you ever pretended to be a doctor?”
He seems to stall. “You mean, as a child?”
“No,” I say. “As an adult.”
“I’ve heard of others who have.”
I raise an eyebrow. “I thought it would be impossible to get away with such a dangerous form of bluffing.”
“You’d hope so, wouldn’t you,” he says. “Frankly, I met so many qualified doctors with perfect credentials who are dangerous.”
Is he avoiding the topic by trying to distract me with a slightly different one?
“Perfect credentials can fool you,” he says. “I know that from experience.”
“Tell me about it.”
“You sure? I don’t want to bore you—”
“Oh, you won’t.”
“Well,” he says, slowly drawing out the word till it turns into a sigh. “Take for example the case of someone I used to know—no names, you understand—who removed a healthy kidney during what was supposed to be colon surgery. He had to give up his medical license in North Carolina, only to continue practicing in another state.”
“Really? Can he do that?”
“Really. Then in Michigan, he removed his patient’s fallopian tube. According to the medical board records, he mistook it to be her appendix. More surgeries on the woman followed, including one in which he allegedly left her intestine unconnected. Facing state sanctions, he surrendered his license there, too, and has moved to Ohio, where his medical license is still in effect.”
I shake my head, utterly in dismay. “Someone should have reported him.”
Dr. Patel takes a long gulp of water. Then he picks up his dinner napkin, wipes his lips, and dabs the corners of his mouth over and again. Finally, he admits, “I made the mistake of doing just that.”
“Really? You did?”
“I was a senior resident back then, he—the attending surgeon. Knowing I was right, I didn’t hesitate to defy authority. In hind sight, that was a mistake.”
“Oh, I’m impressed!”
“Don’t be,” he says, curtly. “The administration of the hospital fired me at once, because by calling the State Medical Board I went outside the departmental Quality Assurance process. They had been looking for an excuse to get rid of me, and this was their chance. Citing behavioral problems, they slammed the door in my face.”
“Oh no, Dr. Patel!”
“Please,” he says. “Call me Neil.”
“Neil,” I say, this time in a warmer tone. “Somehow or other, you managed to come around and establish a highly successful career.”
He chortles behind his hand, a bit too heartily. Maybe he’s trying to hide the reddening of his face. “I learned the hard way that whistleblowing is frowned upon. Don’t tell anyone I was guilty of it.”
We laugh, which gives me the courage to go back to my first question. “So? Have you ever pretended to be a doctor?”
He casts an evasive look at me, or maybe it just seems that way, because of the candlelight flickering in his pupils.
And even though we haven’t eaten our meal yet, even though it’s still in the process of being cooked, he skips ahead to ask, out of order, “So? What would you like for dessert?”
He wipes his mouth again and at once, the smile is gone. “What I can give you is this: I find a delicious irony in the idea that an impostor can be better than the real thing.”
“The idea of a pretending to be a healer may sound tantalizing,” I say. “But when I go under the knife, the one holding it should be a real professional.”
“You mean, someone who is not pretending.”
“Exactly. Someone who pledged to do no harm.”
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