Nov 16, 2009
Sons of Surgeons
I was once in an alt-rockin’ trio called “Spanking Machine.” The fellow who played bass, Kurt, was the son of a brain surgeon. My father, it just so happened, was an orthopedic surgeon.
One day, Kurt said that we should form a band with this other dude, Dave, whose dad was a cardiac surgeon.
“We could,” he suggested, “call ourselves, ‘Sons of Surgeons.'”
It only recently occurred to me that our fathers regularly cut people with surgical blades. My father sawed and drilled bones while replacing joints with hi-tech titanium replicas.
Kurt’s father sutured brains.
I’m sure that our conscious or unconscious awareness of the work our fathers did had no influence whatsoever on our life choices.
Image Courtesy of daveparker.
I’m the daughter of a psychologist. That being said, I’m surprisingly normal [relatively speaking].