The Wilmington morning star., 1947-09-21

but"
"I'm not referring to dag.
nostic disagreement - though
there, too, you seem to take
pleasure in disagreement. I an
not questioning the int gritty O:
your professional behavior. Blu
there have been other things
the little matter of delayed Of
immediate autopsy the Hospi
tai rule is six hours, and il
seems particularly annoying
and futile for you to seek tc
circumvent that rule. You con
stantly object to being called a
what you call bad hours to re
ceive and examine newly ad
mitted cases"
,"That's what you have a Res
ident for!"
cts what we have a closed
Staff for" Malcolm snapped.
GIVE bowed to your order or
that subject, SIR" said Andrew
eyes, voicing your objection
each time. That doesn't make
for a smoothly functioning hos
pital, Woodward. Then there
was the matter of my vomiting
Barrett on the Staff I know:
I know! We won't discuss it
now. What we shall discuss is
your constant, untiring oppo
sition to me. Why do you fee.
that way? Why do you act so:
Do YOU dislike me, DR.. Wood
ward? Yes, I mean personally
Or-do you doubt my ability as
Surgeon and Hospital Chief:
And if you do, Why"
Andrew looked at DR.. Glenr
as if he considered the answer
he would make. Then he smiled
in a diffident, boyish way
"May I be frank with you, Doc
tori"
Malcolm sighed. "I'm trying
to get you to be frank"
Andrew hesitated for a sec.
ond, and when he spoke it was
with evident reluctance. 81 was
not aware that I had beer OPP
posing you, sir" he said hum.
bly,, "but / will admit that,
since coming here, I have
thought you were in the wrong
Malcolm's brown eyes
widened, then owed.
"You've thought that, have
your" he commented. what
job should I be doing?"
"Not hospital staff work, sir,
with its grueling demands, its
pressure, it's constant need for
change and adjustment. I think
you should get out Of this Staff.
this Hospital, for your own
sake, and to let new ideas and
new blood come into the Lair.
I am sure you have the Hospi-
welfare at heart-in fact.
[ am sure the Lair is a passion
with you, more than your wife
Or your children. And perhaps
you do not realize-as one ,'om-
ing in fresh from the outside
realizes-that the Lair is in a
deep rut, both as to policy and
Take things like your
autopsy rule-I've met
such ideas only in hospitals
stated by older doctors"
Malcolm leaned forward to
glare at Andrew. "How cid do
you think I am, Woodward"
ST know how old you are, sir.
You're As. In another man. that
would be fairly young for the
position you hold. But-isn't il
true that you've been here at
Lehr. since it was
Over 10 years. Haven't
you worked under DR. Mean,
followed his directions. made
his ideas. your own? Certainly,
he is an old man. And you are
the shadow of that old man and
his notions. And" he paused.
Malcolm looked at him, his
ewes narrowed. $50 on," he
said.
"Well," Andrew said, YOU'D
be the last one to deny that
YOU are a sick man."
Malcolm's hands dropped to
his knees, his mouth fell open.
me? Sick?" He almost smiled.
But Andrew was deadly seri-
ct don't know Of anyone
who gets sicker than you do,
sir, with migraine. The aura
and blindness, the swollen fin
gers and nausea, and the ex-
,remely severe pain followed by
Lassitude- OF course: you're a
sick mani"
"When I have an attack"
said Malcolm coldly.
"The very uncertainty of an
attack occurring. sir. is a bur-
den. On you, and upon the
We You're lucky j:
me of your seizures does not