Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
A bit early today, but seeing how I’ve taken advantage of the Date in the Post title, I better deliver, at least on a rough draft. I don’t recall the prompt word. Wait! I’ll just go and look it up… ‘Exact’
Fine.
All I need to do now, is decide whether to use the word most often heard in reference to rogers or to scotts! (well, think about it…. no, I’ll wait. correct!*)
No! I’m not suddenly finding myself way behind in time and where I’m supposed to be…. why the hell would you think that?!!! Just read the story and, as Joe Walsh sings, ‘tell me I’m great’
Exact
Exact
The man sat in the chair, the smell of rubbing alcohol serving to tell the future (of the forever-5-year-old-child-about-to-get-a-shot) in this room awash in light that was both bright and unforgiving. The two/too young medical persons busily at work on the upper portion of his body, frighteningly rapid eclipses that visited pain on random parts of his face. One was cute, and, with slightly purple hair and a very caring, albeit distant affect, she was surely a clark. The primary worker was precise in his ministrations, which made them both exact and exacting, and was totally insensitive to the effects of the procedure, the price of the undeniable skill of a roger. A joke, make a joke, he thought and you will claim your role as an equal participant!
“Am I the only one who’s getting a visual from the movie, ‘Bladerunner’?”
*as we often do here at the Doctrine, this parenthetical contains the un-asked/un-answered question posed by the clarks in the readership** which is something to the effect of, ‘yeah, but what about clarks?’ and, of course, the answer is ‘their use of the prompt word (or any other word, for that matter) does not totally depend on actually using the word… if you know what we mean.’
**by definition, the Readership of our blog is comprised of clarks and scotts and rogers, the latter two have a significant secondary clarklike aspect. ya know?
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I loved this story on so many levels. Frist, the smell of the alcohol evokes (negative) thoughts (I mean emotions), and the two/too young medical persons are too, too. You certainly exacted the exact response you were looking for I’m sure. Boom.
isn’t that smell amazing, as in power-to-evoke? well, I kinda enjoyed the flash on ‘Bladerunner’ although it was one of those ‘broad associations’ and even among my contemporaries, only those who are very into movies retain enough memory of the visual experience of the movie to make the leap
Very nice. Laughed out loud at “surely a Clark”. 😝
tell, when you see someone with odd color hair, isn’t that the first thing you think of? lol
I haven’t posted yet but its about bloodwork…go figure!
there is a level of synchronicity among the participants of your ‘hop that’s pretty amazing
Very well done! That’s how medical work is, many stay detached and are precise and many care but have to stay detached enough to get the work done.
must be difficult, to attain the detachment, without it becoming a disconnect
There are all kinds that work in the medical field and this story gives a look at some of the people we come in contact with over the years. These are described very well in this story. Great accomplishment in a few words.
thank you!
They visited pain upon various parts of his face?
He’s at the dentist.
No, he’s getting piercings.
No, he’s in the ER – he’s a biker who fell off and face-planted.
No, he’s…
Exactly!
almost… exactly!
A very apt description of what occurs in such a situation, each person playing their role so differently. Ahh yes, the smell of rubbing alcohol, I still love it! :-)
thanks Josie… being for the paper-table-covering-sticking-to-the-butt side of the relationship, I’m not such a fan of the rubbing alcohol lol