...yes, I've read this scary-sounding article. I certainly gave this whole topic a lot of thought before we even arrived here at the Really Famous Hospital for proton therapy. After all, getting sloppy with the beam emitted by a linear particle accelerator could be very bad news, just like the awful stories reported by the NYTimes.
But my worries were laid to rest for one simple reason the minute we talked with Dr. God: he is the most systematic, the most precise, the most meticulous human being I have ever met. In fact, while in general life I personally am known for being rather, um, exacting, (here come the Field Marshall references again), in comparison, this guy makes me look like a shaggy beach bum doing a face plant in the sand after one too many cervezas.
Dr. God seems to be known all over town for being particular. Doctors, technicians, nurses from various departments and even other medical facilities snap to attention when they hear that P. is one of Dr. God's patients. They tell us that he has his own set of standards for how all procedures are to be done, and that he laughs to scorn their usual way of getting things done.
I figure that if meticulousness was an Olympic sport, he would be awarded the bronze, the silver, and the gold medals. In fact, not only would they retire his jersey, they would retire the whole damn sport, since they would know that no one else could ever compare, even palely.
So no, I'm not worried. Now the proton beam technicians? I bet they are sweating bullets every day with Dr. God watching over their shoulders...and, in this situation, that's a good thing, right?
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