Csiba, László2025-05-072025-05-072017978-963-318-666-4https://hdl.handle.net/2437/389690Dear Reader, I trust you will not regret the purchase of this book nor despise the gift of friendship its pages hold within them. Let me assure you from the outset that I have no intention of being an eminent writer who also happens to be from the medical profession nor for that matter do I have any desire to be an eminent doctor amongst professional writers. In light of this, you are probably wondering why I have committed these reminiscences to paper? Fear not! You will find these both funny and, shall I say, not so funny stories but, at least, they are all, mercifully, short… Many of them, especially the latter ones, are based on various experiences. However, it is true what they say: no matter how high you fly sooner or later you have to come down to earth again, how, I do hope you will agree with me that that descent can be an interesting experience too. I have a confession to make. All of these stories are real ones, unfortunately my fantasy is limited. The commentary running throughout is, of course, mine, but if the truth were known I could not have made any of them up! In the end, events are what we make of them, viewed as they are through the prism of our souls. I hope what I have made of them is, at least, amusing. Increasingly, in such a troubled world I have come to believe that a smile, or even better a laugh, is a precious commodity and my sole reason for writing is for that ‘exalted’ end. I must say, however, there is one other reason why these musings have come to you cloaked in such a way. To be part of the medical profession is a wonderful thing if for no other reason than every single day you become the most important person in the world… for somebody. For a patient who has and anxiety from the diagnostic procedures, fear from the pain, fear from the future. In this short book, you will read about some strange meetings and unexpected, turns of events. My hope is that at the end of our time together, in spite of everything, all this ‘mortal coil’s slings and arrows’, we can still believe that life holds much that is beautiful, if only we have eyes to see. Having read these tales, I trust you will not come away shaking your head feeling you have wasted your time with such ‘nonsense’; but, instead, some of the sentiments contained within them will stay with you long after you have finished reading them.And so, with nothing more to say than to wish you ‘a pleasant read’, let us begin!enliteratureshort storiesmedicinekönyv234https://webpac.lib.unideb.hu/WebPac/CorvinaWeb?action=cclfind&ccltext=idno+bibMOK06650021Bölcsészettudományoknyomtatott