A License to Heal: Random Memories of an ER Doctor by Steven Bentley M. D.

Granny Clampett said the the M. D. after her name stood for “Mountain Doctor”.  This could apply to Dr. Steven Bentley as well in his book A License to Heal: Random Memories of an ER Doctor where he tells of his experiences in various ERs, some of which were located in the very rural mountains of North Carolina.

People around you might begin to believe you have become half a bubble off center when they observe you reading A License to Heal.

You will laugh so hard your sides will ache.  Then, just a few paragraphs later, you will want to cry.  As you read further, you will become outraged. This roller coaster of emotions goes on throughout the book.

Five Star Review

We give A License to Heal all five stars.  It is very informative and very entertaining. If you didn’t already know that health care isn’t about treating patients these days - it’s all about the money, you will learn that in this book.

There is no money in making people well.  The money is in treating them.  Gone are the days when the kindly, old doctor made house calls.  Now, doctors get disciplined if they take too much time with a patient.  

This is a wonderful book and makes great reading.  It is well-written and entertaining.

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McClendon Studios Presents: Look, Mommy, Scissors!

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Look, Mommy, Scissors!

Suzanne and I, along with our oldest boy Jared, were in the process of moving into our very first apartment.  This was apartment 17-C Country Club Lane in Anderson, South Carolina.  Jared was almost 2 years old.

We had everything scattered about everywhere because of the nature of having to move everything a lot faster than we had intended to.

Somewhere in all this chaos, Jared managed to find a pair of scissors.  He walked towards Suzanne and me opening and closing the scissors.

 Both of us tried to remain calm and keep him from hurting himself with them.  Well, he somehow managed to snip the corner of his eye and it was bleeding profusely.  Suzanne handed me a washcloth and my keys and I ran out the door.  I put Jared in his car seat and jumped in the van and took off.

 I turned on the emergency flashers. I was driving as fast as I could,

but still stopping at all the red lights.  A city police car pulled up beside me with his blue lights on and he rolled down his window.

 I rolled down the van window and he asked me, “What’s wrong?”  I replied, “My baby cut his eye with some scissors.”  The officer told me to follow him.  He gave me a police escort to the emergency room and I pulled up to the emergency room door.

I exited the van and got Jared.  I threw my keys to the security guard and told him the paper work was in the van and the cop could arrest me inside as soon as Suzanne got there.

I entered the emergency room and, even though it was typical to wait a long

time for triage for some reason, I was taken back to a room immediately upon walking in the door.

As we entered the treatment room, I put Jared on the bed and it was then I noticed that I had left the house wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts that did not cover all I would have preferred they covered.  My chest hair was matted with Jared’s blood and I looked like a gunshot victim.

The guard brought the keys to the van and said, “The cop just said for you to go home when you get done.  Don’t worry about a ticket.”

Shortly, Suzanne arrived with my pants.  We waited a very short time and Dr. Gregory Baird arrived and checked Jared out.  He determined that Jared’s eye was okay and that there should be no permanent damage. We were very thankful.

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