tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19490962.post5417103905620689108..comments2023-12-10T10:06:41.979+00:00Comments on mutations of mortality: Morbid AnatomyTerry Hamblinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06346629921055055879noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19490962.post-78933312468921383512011-08-04T20:33:40.024+01:002011-08-04T20:33:40.024+01:00i shouldn't have given the 'Doctor' bo...i shouldn't have given the 'Doctor' books away - miss them now!Manu Manickvelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08328788988855910309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19490962.post-53016583347073717262011-08-04T20:25:48.730+01:002011-08-04T20:25:48.730+01:00Richard Gordon's 'Doctor' books - hila...Richard Gordon's 'Doctor' books - hilariously entertaining, insightful & (as did Wodehouse)portrayed the weaker sides of great men in a very novel, human way.Manu Manickvelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08328788988855910309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19490962.post-28903847067751455512009-07-14T00:46:00.447+01:002009-07-14T00:46:00.447+01:00Since I was born in 1950, I should have noticed ev...Since I was born in 1950, I should have noticed every one wearing hats. My father never did. I never did, unless I was playing baseball, and it was a baseball cap, not a hat. Later, I did purchase several hats with a broad brim to ward off skin cancer, that I especially used hiking in the mountains, at altitude (10,000 feet not uncommon).<br /><br />Of course, I lived in California, a notoriously informal state. The weather is never cold enough (except in those mountains) to require a hat; it's more to keep the sun off.<br /><br />The only person who regularly wore a hat was my late grandfather. He had several, most of which were stolen in the nursing home, along with his false teeth.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19490962.post-78963246267818322662009-07-11T21:03:27.838+01:002009-07-11T21:03:27.838+01:00When I went to medical school at McGill, Montreal,...When I went to medical school at McGill, Montreal, the home to Sir William Osler and Wilder Penfield among others, I had to attend only four autopsies in my entire four year. But I did spent a year dissecting a cadaver with 3 classmates. I will never forget the sights and smells of 40 cadavers when, just a few days into medical school, and all of 19 years old, I first entered the "gross anatomy" lab, another term that may already be antiquated. We started dissection with the accessible axilla, with no idea where the complex nerves of the branchial plexus were starting from or going to. Kind of like starting War and Peace a hundred pages into it, because that was an easy part of the book to open.Brian Koffmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13250684684103918493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19490962.post-56676239286067893062009-07-11T15:59:08.442+01:002009-07-11T15:59:08.442+01:00How lucky for us that you embraced Hematology back...How lucky for us that you embraced Hematology back then. I am amazed at your vivid recall of incident details from '63. What a mind!bob larkinnoreply@blogger.com