I previously said: > Oh, and if it matters, his training was in Europe, not here in the US. > Rigorous as hell. (I often enjoy querying doctors and scientists about > their training, residencies, internships, and so on; apprenticeship is > apprenticeship, in science or art or writing, and one can learn quite a lot > by listening, watching, and comparing to previous conversations.) Sure, we > have rigor here. But My own mental soup got diluted a bit at that moment. I meant to finish the sentence along the lines of: Sure, we have rigor here. But this fellow was drilled by teachers whose rigor is legendary, and it shows in his work. Do I speak bitterly? I speak as someone who has been sick recently, and who was in an emergency room in close-to-fatal state a few weeks ago, while my "doctor" carried around and apparently ignored my blood tests, which told the story objectively; couldn't be bothered to visit my bed to see how I was; and overruled the diligent resident and refused to admit me, with the unforgiveable attitude of, "He's **my** patient, and this is my decision. Send him home." I can't wait until my next office visit. One thing about staring Mr. Death in his tired eyes: you reach a brink that remarkably removes social inhibitions and effectively allows you to see a medical functionary as nothing more special than a dog-walker who picks up after the dog drops a load. And that is a remarkably liberating sensation. --tim (feisty, but defiantly alive)