The Review of
The Impatient Outpatient
Written by
David Ball
Reviewed by R.
Murry
Frank Sinatra
sang the song My Way which goes like
this:
And now, the end is here
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way...
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I traveled each and ev'ry highway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way...
Well, David Ball has done
it his way and has faced the final curtain a number of times over a short period of his life, because fate was not always good to him and his family. In his diaries, and they must be read as
diaries, he goes into detail about his medical history.
Mr. Ball’s description of
his dealings with the United Kingdom’s medical system is a mixed bag, because
he goes through a number of operations in a short period of time and spends
that time in different hospital wards – some good and some bad. However, his half glass filled philosophy leads
him to the conclusion that his life was saved on all occasions, therefore, all
is well that ends well.
But not all ends well for
his entire family. As in all large close
families, there are many endeavors to comply with – the good, bad, and the ugly. Mr. Ball’s interesting
family encounters are interwoven into his pain in and out of the hospital which
is sometimes funny and or sad depending on your point of view.
His dairies are well
written and compact and leave the reader thinking This could be me. And it could be, whether in a British or any other health care system. If you are
British, you'll understand Mr. Ball’s colloquium better than other cultures.
However, anyone who has
been put under the knife will understand the tribulation of begin cared for by
strangers.
Purchase at
Purchase at
No comments:
Post a Comment