Olivia
não tem acento. Olivia não tem critérios. Olivia não existe. Olivia talvez
seja fruto da sua imaginação. 
domingo, 06/04/2008
as maravilhas da medicina
disse o médico ortopedista que me atendeu no PS para ver meu punho esquerdo com o tal do nódulo sinovial:
"sabe como tratavam isso antigamente? está registrado em livro: o médico pegava um livro bem pesado e dava com força no punho do paciente. e funcionava."
(da próxima vez que for ao ortopedista, desconfie da estante de livros.)
http://www.verbeat.org/blogs/forsit/2008/03/duas.html#comment-64997
Awesome.
Sugestão de livro para se ler na sala de espera do seu médico...
A Assustadora História da Medicina
de RICHARD GORDON
http://www.submarino.com.br/books_productdetails.asp?Query=ProductPage&ProdTypeId=1&ProdId=183644&franq=134562
E que livro! Deve ser um bom médico... ;)
Mario Puzo, The Godfather, pg. 307 da edição eletrônica
"It was shortly after this interview that Dr. Jules Segal came to work as the hotel physician. He was very thin, very handsome and charming and seemed very young to be a doctor, at least to Lucy. She met him when a lump grew above her wrist on her forearm. She worried about it for a few days, then one morning went to the doctor’s suite of offices in the hotel. Two of the show girls from the chorus line were in the waiting room, gossiping with each other. They had the blond peach-colored prettiness Lucy always envied. They looked angelic. But one of the girls was saying, “I swear if I have another dose I’m giving up dancing.”
When Dr. Jules Segal opened his office door to motion one of the show girls inside, Lucy was tempted to leave, and if it had been something more personal and serious she would have. Dr. Segal was wearing slacks and an open shirt. The horn-rimmed glasses helped and his quiet reserved manner, but the impression he gave was an informal one, and like many basically old-fashioned people, Lucy didn’t believe that medicine and informality mixed.
When she finally got into his office there was something so reassuring in his manner that all her misgivings fled. He spoke hardly at all and yet he was not brusque, and he took his time. When she asked him what the lump was he patiently explained that it was a quite common fibrous growth that could in no way be malignant or a cause for serious concern. He picked up a heavy medical book and said, “Hold out your arm.”
She held out her arm tentatively. He smiled at her for the first time. “I’m going to cheat myself out of a surgical fee,” he said. “I’ll just smash it with this book and it will flatten out. It may pop up again but if I remove it surgically, you’ll be out of money and have to wear bandages and all that. OK?”
She smiled at him. For some reason she had an absolute trust in him. “OK,” she said. In the next instant she let out a yell as he brought down the heavy medical volume on her forearm. The lump had flattened out, almost.
“Did it hurt that much?” he asked.
“No,” she said. She watched him completing her case history card. “Is that all?”
He nodded, not paying any more attention to her. She left."