It is, Jack. When I was in college, around '89 or so, a big group of us used to go party in Johnson City for....a reason forgotten to me. There was a serious good ol' boy redneck bar that we patronized a few times until the night my friend and I clinked beer mugs out on the "dance floor" and they shattered, leaving us each holding a handle. The clincher though, was my very kissy friend. When she got really drunk, she liked to kiss girls, with these long, closed mouth, face grinders. Since she was a sweet, hilarious girl (who always drove,
) I was ok with it. However, that night, it incited that bar into near riot, and
we barely escaped with the tattered remnants of our hymens still intact. We were chased for several miles by dudes in overalls in pickups with boners!!! ROFL!!! Those were the days.....
Sooooo....since Dr. Verghese's time there was actually a bit before mine, I was
extremely curious to read about his experiences with hard-core, hard-workin', hard-partyin', Bible thumpin', country folk. It was also interesting to read about Dr. V's evolving empathy with the gay men he met. As a "foreign physician" he often felt as though he didn't totally fit in anywhere-not in the close knit groups of Indian families headed by fellow doctors, or in rural Tennessee, or even in medical practice, since his specialty, infectious diseases, was not highly lucrative or well-regarded. Dr. V began identifying with the alienation a lot of his patients felt. The way in which he writes about his patients and their families was truly respectful and caring.
I had kind of forgotten what that time was like, and how frightened of HIV people were, and how ignorant they were (and still are, to some degree, I think) about how it was transmitted. One of the cases Dr. V wrote about was a man who was infected during open-heart surgery at **gasp!!** Duke in March of 1984. His wife remembered only one friendly face during that day, the face of an intern who said,
"He's gotten a lot of blood, lots and lots of blood. If he doesn't recover fully, or if afterward strange things happen, please remember what I have just told you. He's gotten a lot of blood. Tell that to any doctor he goes to." It took a long time for that patient to get better at all, and before he could be diagnosed with AIDS, he infected his wife.
Shit! You'd think I was this guy's agent! Let me know how you like it, Jack.