The Kite Runner and cetera
Jan. 23rd, 2004 11:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
drscottSometimes it seems like everyone I feature here has been published. Just happy accident in most cases....
Off to the doctor today. My doctor recently became a semi-celebrity for his first novel, The Kite Runner, which is the tale of a spoiled Afghan boy who betrays his best friend, then returns from California years later to rescue his best friend's son. The book is great, the reviews are glowing, the sales are good enough for a paperback edition and a lengthy publicity tour of Europe and the US.
I took the book along hoping to come up with some nonembarrassing way of asking him to sign it. He spotted it right away under some test paperwork I'd brought along, so we talked about his success and the demands of having two careers, at least for now. I told him I didn't think he would be doing as much for people seeing patients at Kaiser as he would writing full-time given his obvious talent for storytelling. And I wasn't sucking up to him.
So I'm losing a doctor and gaining an author. Which is too bad, since he's the rare doctor that realizes I probably know as much as he does about any problem I have going in and doesn't get his ego in a knot trying to prove he's right -- we just talk together and get an action plan going.
After that it was straight to the gym for shrugs (360#) and some cardio. Ran into East Bay George, an ICUii friend, and engaged in a little mock punching/shoving foreplay (not too shocking for the straight guys to handle.) Then home to meet up for dinner with my partner Mike (who's started a LiveJournal) and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
excessor (who had plenty of good stories about his ex, who is starting his move out of their house tomorrow) at the local Chinese restaurant. Good times....
Off to the doctor today. My doctor recently became a semi-celebrity for his first novel, The Kite Runner, which is the tale of a spoiled Afghan boy who betrays his best friend, then returns from California years later to rescue his best friend's son. The book is great, the reviews are glowing, the sales are good enough for a paperback edition and a lengthy publicity tour of Europe and the US.
I took the book along hoping to come up with some nonembarrassing way of asking him to sign it. He spotted it right away under some test paperwork I'd brought along, so we talked about his success and the demands of having two careers, at least for now. I told him I didn't think he would be doing as much for people seeing patients at Kaiser as he would writing full-time given his obvious talent for storytelling. And I wasn't sucking up to him.
So I'm losing a doctor and gaining an author. Which is too bad, since he's the rare doctor that realizes I probably know as much as he does about any problem I have going in and doesn't get his ego in a knot trying to prove he's right -- we just talk together and get an action plan going.
After that it was straight to the gym for shrugs (360#) and some cardio. Ran into East Bay George, an ICUii friend, and engaged in a little mock punching/shoving foreplay (not too shocking for the straight guys to handle.) Then home to meet up for dinner with my partner Mike (who's started a LiveJournal) and
excessor (who had plenty of good stories about his ex, who is starting his move out of their house tomorrow) at the local Chinese restaurant. Good times....
