bedside manner


You don’t go to get your tonsils out as an adult because you expect the experience to be like going to see Cirque du Soleil.

You don’t do it because you’ve heard you can eat as much ice cream as you want.

You are an adult.

You have different expectations.

You are a realist.

But….no matter how much of a realist you are…your expectations are clouded by what you understand is (usually) normal.

Jenny had her tonsils taken out yesterday by a very efficient Doctor.

He breezed in….said what he was going to do….breezed out….took out the tonsils when she was under anesthesia…and that was all that we saw of him.

There wasn’t any “bedside manner”.

Where’s the bedside manner?

Where’s the post-surgery checking in that a lot of doctors do?

Maybe it’s not an issue at all (it wasn’t Cirque du Soleil, after all)….but it was a little….odd.

Now….when you have a position with a title, then “odd” becomes “eccentric”.

You aren’t a weirdo when you’re “titled”…’re eccentric.

I’m kind of kidding….I suspect that he’s a pretty good Dr. ….but it was just a little odd eccentric feeling.

Nonetheless, the goal was to get the tonsils out safely and….efficiently….and setttle some of these throat problems that have been pretty chronic down once and for all…..and I think that he did do that.…so….HURRAH FOR YOU, DOCTOR STRANGER!!

The swelling kicked in later in the evening…. after the surgery was finished….so I think that Jenny will be in some discomfort for a while…..but I took some time off work, and Nate goes to school this morning, so she should have some time to rest.

It was raining so hard yesterday when we were leaving for the hospital that the creek in our valley flooded the road.

We’ve lived here for over 20 years and we’ve never seen it that bad.

It takes a lot of water to make it flood like that.

I hope the swelling goes down quickly.

That’s a hard thing to do….to get your tonsils out.

It’s no visit to the Cirque du Soleil to have a stranger cut on your throat.


“i don’t need no doctor” Ray Charles



About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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