Creative Story: In Short :: essays research papers

Creative Story In Short     It all(a) started not so long agone. In fact, though I cant be completelysure about it, I think it was only tailfin months ago. My name is Jeff Washburnand I am a surgeon. Not that long ago my life down the stairs went a gigantic change.Unfortunately a huge misfortune had to take place first. Not that long ago, Ihad a terrible thing happen to me. A misfortune led to my universe expelled fromthe hospital and my medical license beingness revoked. Two patients died on me. Imight have gotten away with only one but the carte of directors are good atfinding patterns. Dont get me wrong, I pauperization these people to die. I justhappened to be drunk at the time. nowadays I drink even more just to soften the unvarying hangover. The hearing were probably the worst part of whole ordeal.Three weeks of being put in the spotlight.Every inch of my life was put under a big magnifying glass. Every mistake Imade in the last fourteen years was r ead bunch of know-nothings who sit and wee-wee to run a hospital. The mistakes werent very frequent, at least, notuntil I started to drink.     I suppose you want to know the reason I started to drink. Well, I fuddleup big time during a triple bypass and killed a patient. Thats when thedrinking started and the drinking lead to the death of another patient. Now Idrink even more and remember even less which gist its adding.     About a month ago I left England, which is where I worked, and movedhere to a small fishing island off the brim of France. There is no doctor onthe island so they welcomed me, sort of. I scare them I suppose. Theyre afraidthey might catch me when Im to drunk to work properly.     But now things are different. About three weeks ago I had a big wake-upcall. I was sitting in my normal sunshine drunken stupor when a man was brought into my office. This man had been ill injured by gun shot wounds.Appar ently he had be found in the ocean by a group of fishermen. I knew that Icould not perform the necessary surgery in my toast condition. I bandaged himup and stooped the major bleeding. Then I took two bits and did all I could todry out. With my condition a shortsighted better I performed the most delicatesurgery of my life. For another hour I scrubbed at the wound in his head.