Wednesday, May 02, 2007
You Killed The Patient
A woman who did not like me very much once told me, "You'd fit right in with my family. Nobody liked to have fun." This tragic pronouncement was in reaction to my deep and abiding hatred of board and card games. The last game I remember playing with pleasure as a child was Ants in the Pants. If you are not familiar with this joyful repast, it consists of trying to flick plastic ants into an small freestanding pair of pants. I also admit to enjoying Operation. I played it often during my childhood, my fellow participants wearing the anxious look of an unpopular president or NBA coach during the playoffs. One "operated" on the provided patient. If you accidentally touched anything other than the organ with the tweezers provided, you set off a large buzzing noise to let you know you had killed the patient.
Perpetually shaky by nature, it did not seem like a natural fit. After all, the organs were small and their removal and reentry were precarious at best. But like a lot of things one loves, I got good at it. I did not take my skills elsewhere, though. I did not become a doctor or board game queen. I did not take my show on the road. It was enough to remove a pancreas and not set the buzzer off; it was enough to be someone, if not fun, at least competent for a little while.
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