Our son is far enough along in med school now to answer most of my silly medical based questions. Such as "If I sit next to a lady on an overseas flight and she is non-stop coughing what are my chances of getting sick when I get home?" Actually, I don't need him to answer this one and I have the kleenex box to prove it. Don't you hate it when that happens? Today our son will put on a pair of scrubs and officially starts his most demanding rotation which will answer his big question "do I want to be a surgeon?" I think this is a question that has been over his head for three years now, maybe longer, and as he starts those long days and on-call hours, I wanted him to know I was thinking of him.
I was also thinking of our son when I saw this most interesting booth at the Maison et Objet show in Paris during my first week. The entire booth was filled with a fascinating collection of medical objects, dimensional slices of the body, drawings, charts, and yes........eyeball sockets. This booth was a medical students dream. I better find the booth card for this one. Just not today.
This is where the perfect gift got away from me. At the charming bookseller stalls along the River Seine. I was hoping to find an old medical book or print for my son and found the perfect print of a 17th century surgery operatory but in one regrettable move at the beginning of my trip when the days where stretched ahead of me and I thought I had lots of time, I did the unthinkable, something a tourist should never do. I clipped it back on to the hanger and said to myself " I will think about it overnight and can come back later". And I did go back on my last day but never did find that perfect surgical print. But I will one day. Maybe we will go together.
Photos by Sande Chase ~ A Gift Wrapped Life
