tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30499448.post2770655728093072576..comments2024-02-18T13:53:30.168-08:00Comments on Surgeonsblog: Looking InSid Schwabhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14182853083503404098noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30499448.post-21308581867050770422009-06-29T20:14:15.139-07:002009-06-29T20:14:15.139-07:00My dad was a career police officer. I rode with h...My dad was a career police officer. I rode with him a couple of times. Watched him do night court judge when he was desk sargent. He knew people like open books. That was a spooky thought. He had a way of turning on anger and turning it off that scared the poop out of me!! He was amazing when working with people. Best field psychologist I ever met or saw.<br /><br />He loved to show off, and could tell the most amazing stories. He saw and did things I never knew about, and still don't. I saw him burning his uniform one day..... much later he told me about removing a man that had been dead a week. He told me about a fellow he tried to drag out of a firey wreck... and couldn't....<br /><br />He made me promise/swear that I wouldn't be a policeman. Unless it was federal. I kept that promise. I wonder though, if it's normal for us to measure ourselves by the same line of work our dads did. I always felt he was a bigger, better man than me, because I didn't follow in his steps. I'm closer to my kids than he was to us, but there is still that haunting question..... Could I hack it? Am I a bit yellow for not trying? Makes me wonder.....<br /><br />Thanks for jogging the memories....<br /><br />I really enjoy seeing into your thoughts.....<br /><br />de....RynnSTxRynnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30499448.post-84298892505342965382008-07-16T00:02:00.000-07:002008-07-16T00:02:00.000-07:00ah!i miss going to work with my father. my father ...ah!<BR/>i miss going to work with my father. <BR/>my father had a case with a taxi driver too. he won the case. I really truly enjoyed reading your post =]<BR/><BR/><BR/>Cheers,<BR/>ChrisAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30499448.post-43539930384323796632008-05-31T14:46:00.000-07:002008-05-31T14:46:00.000-07:00I knew most of my surgeon's "tells", and the anest...I knew most of my surgeon's "tells", and the anesthesiologist's as well. Figuring that stuff out is half the battle as a circulator. :-)<BR/><BR/>At the same time I was working in the OR I was also working as an actress. Talk about two divergent paths: one totally behind closed doors, the other out in front of a huge audience. And I never felt like I could adequately describe one experience for my friends in the other. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for a great post!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30499448.post-14588018839969535612008-05-28T01:12:00.000-07:002008-05-28T01:12:00.000-07:00Hi,Thank you for exchanging links with NurseReview...Hi,<BR/><BR/>Thank you for exchanging links with NurseReview.Org, I already placed a link back to your site.<BR/><BR/>Regards,<BR/>MykAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30499448.post-63860244350819182152008-05-27T16:51:00.000-07:002008-05-27T16:51:00.000-07:00Same thing happens with me. There's no way anyone ...Same thing happens with me. There's no way anyone in my family -- no one besides the occasional med student -- would ever get to see me work. I've had some pretty sweet interviews of late, but of course the essence of the interaction wouldn't be the same with a witness.<BR/><BR/>We have to get over ourselves and learn to accept our own good opinions of ourselves, without the need to show off for others.#1 Dinosaurhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01357845504444464397noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30499448.post-14263670669309901422008-05-27T15:10:00.000-07:002008-05-27T15:10:00.000-07:00From Patrick's comment it does sound like he wasn'...From Patrick's comment it does sound like he wasn't just putting on a show for you. What a sweet story, really. (Puts me in the mood to dig up some Gardner.)<BR/><BR/>I can't say I've ever wanted to see surgery being done. I was scared enough by the wetroom at uni. Actually - by the *idea* of the wetroom. I never went there - but had a few courses close to it and got to share the smell. Some of the environmental chemistry students had the pleasure of visiting briefly in a course where they were to sample the airquality - they (or at least some of them) worked on a DON'T LOOK schedule.Jens Knudsen (Sili)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14078875730565068352noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30499448.post-76857357763343440002008-05-27T08:11:00.000-07:002008-05-27T08:11:00.000-07:00patrick: what a great comment! Thank you very much...patrick: what a great comment! Thank you very much!! I'm aware both of the high regard in which he was held as a judge (the Oregon Court of Appeals was known nationally for the rapidity of its turn-around times: in fact he spoke to other courts and state legislatures about his court, having been one of the designers of it and its first Chief Judge), and of the trembling he sometimes engendered.Sid Schwabhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14182853083503404098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30499448.post-33303173363274247492008-05-27T07:48:00.000-07:002008-05-27T07:48:00.000-07:00I went to work with your dad Friday.I'm here at my...I went to work with your dad Friday.<BR/><BR/>I'm here at my internship in Portland, researching an equitable forum choice doctrine, about which your father authored a key Oregon opinion. So the two of us have been spending some time together.<BR/><BR/>When I saw his name on the case, I asked one of the senior partners here at the firm about him. Apparently "Schwab" was at bit of an icon. He was famous, for example, for turning his back on counsel when he thought they were being particularly wasteful of his judicial energy. He sat in the center of the bench, and when his patience wore thin, he swiveled 180 degrees in his chair and waited silently for counsel to wrap it up. Which I imagine happened rather quickly.<BR/><BR/>A second story pertains to the appointment of circuit judges. The story goes that when your father's circuit was created, the county bar associations were asked to appoint the first round of judges. The result was a bench comprised of experienced, able trial lawyers, including your father. The next round were elected, however. One judge in particular (the heir to some famous Oregon pioneer) had more history attached to his name than ability. After arguments, the judges sat in conference, divided up the opinions, discussed the cases, etc. Your father's voice could occasionally be heard throughout the entire courthouse, telling the younger elected judge what a worthless f-ing idiot he thought he was. <BR/><BR/>When I expressed my surprise to the attorney here who told me the story, he said, "Oh, that's just the way Schwab was. I remember being a young attorney overhearing those rants. I remember dreaming of someday reaching a point in my career where I would be raise my voice and tell people exactly what I think with total impunity. Actually, I still dream about that."Patrick Bageanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17385399679860682725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30499448.post-77220681371809215562008-05-27T07:38:00.000-07:002008-05-27T07:38:00.000-07:00gdad: funny you should mention asking people who w...gdad: funny you should mention asking people who worked with me. There was just some communication between <A HREF="http://surgeonsblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/jb.html" REL="nofollow">JB</A> and <A HREF="http://surgeonsblog.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-note-to-scrub-nurse.html" REL="nofollow">Joanie</A>, who scrubbed with me for decades: he didn't believe my claim of a <A HREF="http://surgeonsblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/skin-to-skin.html" REL="nofollow">twelve minute gallbladder</A> with xrays, so I gave him her address and there was an exchange of excellent letters... (he's now convinced!)<BR/><BR/>As to a "tell" I'd say it was to demand the music go off and everyone stop talking, which happened only when the soup was deep and thick.Sid Schwabhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14182853083503404098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30499448.post-34113783487525066342008-05-27T06:23:00.000-07:002008-05-27T06:23:00.000-07:00So do you have a "tell" that happens when you are ...So do you have a "tell" that happens when you are working or under stress? Could we ask any of the people that have worked in the OR with you?Not Importanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18307127026012212518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30499448.post-14566614711257096892008-05-27T06:09:00.000-07:002008-05-27T06:09:00.000-07:00I vaguely remember going to work with my dad. Wis...I vaguely remember going to work with my dad. Wish I remembered it in much better detail. I envy you that you were old enough to appreciate it.rlbateshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15236331355857884458noreply@blogger.com