Sunday, August 3, 2008

"Take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise" The Beatles

I want to thank my patients. The cards you sent me cheered up a sterile hospital room. The prayers you sent me (DON'T STOP NOW!) have helped with my healing. The jokes you sent me balanced my somber proclivities. The gifts and books were perfect nudges in the right direction. But mostly the love and good vibes are felt deep in my heart.

I miss you all, even those of you who don't always do what is your best interest (smoke, drink, overeat, no exercise,  too much stress ...... you get the picture). It is never too late, until it is too late, so I expect to have the healthiest patients on the planet when I return. You can do it. Just let the healthy part of you rise to surface and make the decisions. You were only been waiting for this moment to arise.

Enough with the doctor stuff. I will back to that soon enough. For now, my primary mission is still: Physician, heal thyself.

Thank you all and stay in touch through the blog or gmail, even as the posts become less frequent during my lengthy recovery.

G-d bless.

3 Comments:

Blogger rpassananti said...

And I thought doctor jokes were off limits.

August 4, 2008 at 9:33 AM  
Blogger Linda Morse said...

Hi Dr Koffman:
I'm so glad you're doing so well and at home. Your "Life in the Hood" photo puts me in mind of the Unabomber!

You would always ask me if I had a new joke for you so here's one: A fellow called his wife to tell her his boss had invited him on a fishing weekend in Canada and how it would help with his bid for a promotion. He asked her to pack for him, get out his rod and tackle box, and not to forget his new silk pajamas. That last sounded fishy to her but she did as he asked. When he came dragging home she asked if he caught a lot of fish. He told her "a lot" and named off different kinds, then asked her why she didn't pack his silk pajamas. "I did," she replied. "They're in your tackle box."

You are doing so well in this journey--try not to drive yourself crazy with too many questions. I am really happy for you.

August 4, 2008 at 5:31 PM  
OpenID badchex said...

OK, we're doing jokes then....

The lady walks into the veterinarian's office holding a limp duck. She tells the vet, "I've had this dear old duck for ten years and now I'm afraid she's very, very sick." The vet gently places the duck on the examining table, pokes and prods the duck for a few moments, then tells the lady her duck is dead. The lady says "but aren't you going to perform any diagnostic tests, how can you be sure my duck is dead?" The vet calls over a black labrador retriever, taps on the table near the duck, and the lab puts his paws up on the table, gives the duck a few good sniffs, then sadly shakes his head. The vet says "there you are, I'm sorry, but your duck is dead." The lady says "that's all you're going to do, isn't there some other test you could give my duck?" The vet snaps his fingers and an orange tabby cat comes over, jumps up on the table and gives the duck a few sniffs, then sadly shakes its head. The vet says "I'm very sorry ma'am, but your duck is dead." The lady says "alright, thank you for what you did, how much do I owe you?" "$150" says the vet. In shock, the lady cries, "$150, you only spent a few minutes, how can you charge so much?" The vet answers "I was only going to charge you $25.00, but you insisted on a lab report and a cat scan!"

Hope this put a smile on your face.


Charles De Long

August 4, 2008 at 7:59 PM  

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