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Friday, May 17, 2013
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Prof.Milroy Paul incidents - email from Prof S.N. Arsekularatne
15 May
Dear Philip
Whiile in Hong Kong, I read your interesting book Remembered Vignettes. Thanks for it.
You might recall a story about Milroy Paul.
He frequently had hydrocoeles, hernias, hydrocoeles and more hernias, and his attendant who was used to these started preparing the underworld of the patient on the table.
But the case was one of a goitre.
So Paul yelled at the man (I forget his name Lewis?)
Oya boley newei, Uda boley miniho
cheers
Chubby
Extracts from the book shown above.
Milroy Paul lives fondly in our memories.
1.Once
as a medical student Professor Bibile was cycling along Kynsey Rd on
the way to the operating theatre D, late to be in the theatre by
8.00am.
Milroy travelled in his car the same way and as he overtook Bibile, peeped out and shouted ‘ You are fired!’
Not
to be out done, Bibile cycled hard and was in the theatre by the time
Milroy could park, put on theatre boots contained in the car and get to
the theatre! (He carried his own boots).
Bibile’s ‘fire’ was extinguished!
Milroy enjoyed such happenings!
2.
In the op theatre, ready to operate on the elbow of the patient lying
on the table, he found the attendant lifting the patient’s leg
mistakenly, thinking the knee was the site instead of the elbow.
Milroy shouted ‘ Uda danissa miniho, uda danissa!’
Source Matron Carmen Tissera when she was a student nurse.
jksw |
| Published 2008 by Bay Owl Press - ISBN 978-955-1723-02-6 |
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Thanks - email from Kamalini Kanapathippillai.
I was wracking my brains for some time to pen a letter of gratitude
> that covered all my feelings towards you; my labours proved fruitless
> as I could never cover all what I wanted to say. Today I received this.
> It encompasses all my "want to says to you.".
> Thank you for your time.
>
>
> >To all my family
> >& friends I want to
> >THANK YOU
> >FOR YOUR TIME.
> >ONCE YOU
> >READ THIS
> >YOU WILL
> >UNDERSTAND!
> >A young man learns
> >what's most important in life from the guy next door.
> >It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College,
> >girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved
> >clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams.
> >There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think
> >about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He
> >was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
> >Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night The
> >funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old
> >newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
> >"Jack, did you hear me?"
> >"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought
> >of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
> >"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you
> >were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his
> >side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
> >"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
> >"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to
> >make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said
> >"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in
> >this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching
> >me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the
> >funeral," Jack said.
> >As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to
> >his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful He had
> >no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
> >The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by
> >to see the old house next door one more time.
> >Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like
> >crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time
> >The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories.
> >Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
> >"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked..
> >"The box is gone," he said
> >"What box?" Mom asked.
> >"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk I
> >must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever
> >tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.
> >It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack
> >remembered it, except for the box.. He figured someone from the
> >Belser family had taken it.
> >"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I
> >better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
> >It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home
> >from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature
> >required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post
> >office within the next three days," the note read.
> >Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old
> >and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The
> >handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his
> >attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his
> >car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and
> >an envelope.
> >Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
> >"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack
> >Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was
> >taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes,
> >Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful
> >gold pocket watch.
> >Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he
> >unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
> >"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
> >"The thing he valued most was...my time"
> >Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and
> >cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his
> >assistant asked.
> >"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.
> >"Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"
> >"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the
> >moments that take our breath away,"
> >Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.
> >1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
> >2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
> >3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they
> >don't like you.
> >4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
> >5. You mean the world to someone.
> >6. If not for you, someone may not be living.
> >7. You are special and unique.
> >8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you
> >probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and
> >wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.
> >9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still
> >come from it.
> >10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a
> >look: you most likely turned your back on the world.
> >11. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
> >12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the
> >rude remarks.
> >13. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much
> >better when they know and you'll both be happy.
> >14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that
> >they are great.
> >To everyone I sent
> >this to " Thanks for your time".
>
>
> that covered all my feelings towards you; my labours proved fruitless
> as I could never cover all what I wanted to say. Today I received this.
> It encompasses all my "want to says to you.".
> Thank you for your time.
>
>
> >To all my family
> >& friends I want to
> >THANK YOU
> >FOR YOUR TIME.
> >ONCE YOU
> >READ THIS
> >YOU WILL
> >UNDERSTAND!
> >A young man learns
> >what's most important in life from the guy next door.
> >It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College,
> >girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved
> >clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams.
> >There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think
> >about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He
> >was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
> >Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night The
> >funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old
> >newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
> >"Jack, did you hear me?"
> >"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought
> >of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
> >"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you
> >were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his
> >side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
> >"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
> >"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to
> >make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said
> >"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in
> >this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching
> >me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the
> >funeral," Jack said.
> >As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to
> >his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful He had
> >no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
> >The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by
> >to see the old house next door one more time.
> >Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like
> >crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time
> >The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories.
> >Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
> >"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked..
> >"The box is gone," he said
> >"What box?" Mom asked.
> >"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk I
> >must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever
> >tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.
> >It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack
> >remembered it, except for the box.. He figured someone from the
> >Belser family had taken it.
> >"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I
> >better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
> >It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home
> >from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature
> >required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post
> >office within the next three days," the note read.
> >Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old
> >and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The
> >handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his
> >attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his
> >car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and
> >an envelope.
> >Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
> >"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack
> >Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was
> >taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes,
> >Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful
> >gold pocket watch.
> >Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he
> >unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
> >"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
> >"The thing he valued most was...my time"
> >Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and
> >cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his
> >assistant asked.
> >"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.
> >"Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"
> >"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the
> >moments that take our breath away,"
> >Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.
> >1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
> >2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
> >3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they
> >don't like you.
> >4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
> >5. You mean the world to someone.
> >6. If not for you, someone may not be living.
> >7. You are special and unique.
> >8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you
> >probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and
> >wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.
> >9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still
> >come from it.
> >10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a
> >look: you most likely turned your back on the world.
> >11. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
> >12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the
> >rude remarks.
> >13. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much
> >better when they know and you'll both be happy.
> >14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that
> >they are great.
> >To everyone I sent
> >this to " Thanks for your time".
>
>
Volkswagen concept car - To be made in China, email from Lesley Sirimanne
To all you motor enthusiasts
The car doesn't exist yet. But the concept is being studied by Volkswagon.
WOW . Yes, there will be many self serving people who will try to
prevent it from being manufactured widely.
With this car Volkswagen has revolutionized the automobile industry in China . *
*This really is revolutionary and modifies all the concepts that we've had for years *
that a vehicle is driven by a motor which always rolled. *
*This car has no wheels--IT'S IN THE AIR!*
*We know it will take some years to become popular, but the prototype works perfectly. *
*VW - China - will produce hundreds of thousands just to supply the Chinese market....*
*There are plans to introduce into the United States and Europe in 2013 and in *
* South America later.*
Click on web-link below:-
http://www.flixxy.com/volkswagen-levitating-car.htm#.UZOZL8rwnXM
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
The duties in marriage - email jksw
After 35 years of marriage, a husband
and wife came for counselling. When asked what the problem was, the wife
went into a tirade listing every problem they had ever had in the years
they had been married.
On and on and on: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable, an entire litany of unmet needs she had endured. Finally, after allowing this for a sufficient length of time, the therapist got up, walked around the desk and after asking the wife to stand, he embraced and kissed her long and passionately as her husband watched - with a raised eyebrow.
The woman shut up and quietly sat down as though in a daze.
The therapist turned to the husband and said, "This is what your wife needs at least 3 times a week. Can you do this?"
"Well, I can drop her off here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I go fishing."
On and on and on: neglect, lack of intimacy, emptiness, loneliness, feeling unloved and unlovable, an entire litany of unmet needs she had endured. Finally, after allowing this for a sufficient length of time, the therapist got up, walked around the desk and after asking the wife to stand, he embraced and kissed her long and passionately as her husband watched - with a raised eyebrow.
The woman shut up and quietly sat down as though in a daze.
The therapist turned to the husband and said, "This is what your wife needs at least 3 times a week. Can you do this?"
"Well, I can drop her off here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I go fishing."
Monday, May 13, 2013
Obituary - Vernon Abeynaike
From: Sena & Sarojini <csn48@aol.com>
Date: Tue, May 14, 2013 at 3:57 AM
Subject: Sad news; another of our batch mates disappears from our lot
To: philipv203@gmail.com
Hi Philip
Just to share the very sad news of one of our batch mates who passed away peacefully.
Vernon was a very sincere and a helpful colleague who continued to remain in the motherland to serve the sick. He was very caring and attended to the health needs of the local community with dignity and with humility.
We can offer our deepest sympathies to his surviving family members.
I am copying the obituary notice which appears in the Daily News of 13.05.2013.
Nana
C.S. Nanayakkara
DR. ABEYNAIKE - C.L.V. (VERNIE). Beloved husband of the late Marlene Abeynaike, loving father of Sunil & Alison, Niranjani & Ajith (Ranasinha), Sohan & Shanya, Nilhan & Natasha, adored grandfather of Hayden & Rhea, Asanga & Nicola, Avin & Kyan and Jayden, son of the late Dr F.V. and Christable Abeynaike, brother of the late Ranjini Panditharatne, Manik Markalanda, Winston (Winsie), Colvin (Lala) and Mohan. Service at residence No. 34/3, Sumanarama Road, Mt. Lavinia at 3.45 p.m. on Wednesday 15th May. Thereafter cortege leaves at 4.15 p.m. for cremation at Galkissa Cemetery. 106580
sena nanayakkara
Date: Tue, May 14, 2013 at 3:57 AM
Subject: Sad news; another of our batch mates disappears from our lot
To: philipv203@gmail.com
Hi Philip
Just to share the very sad news of one of our batch mates who passed away peacefully.
Vernon was a very sincere and a helpful colleague who continued to remain in the motherland to serve the sick. He was very caring and attended to the health needs of the local community with dignity and with humility.
We can offer our deepest sympathies to his surviving family members.
I am copying the obituary notice which appears in the Daily News of 13.05.2013.
Nana
C.S. Nanayakkara
DR. ABEYNAIKE - C.L.V. (VERNIE). Beloved husband of the late Marlene Abeynaike, loving father of Sunil & Alison, Niranjani & Ajith (Ranasinha), Sohan & Shanya, Nilhan & Natasha, adored grandfather of Hayden & Rhea, Asanga & Nicola, Avin & Kyan and Jayden, son of the late Dr F.V. and Christable Abeynaike, brother of the late Ranjini Panditharatne, Manik Markalanda, Winston (Winsie), Colvin (Lala) and Mohan. Service at residence No. 34/3, Sumanarama Road, Mt. Lavinia at 3.45 p.m. on Wednesday 15th May. Thereafter cortege leaves at 4.15 p.m. for cremation at Galkissa Cemetery. 106580
sena nanayakkara
Thanks
For relaying
Old friend
Neighbour
Before university
And medical college days from Templars rd Mt Lavinia
In march when i visited
He was not available
Known his parents. The Sr Dr Abey
And vernon did not show much of an interest in travelling
Though he had an open invitation
To visit us and see cinti and USa
Cannot ever recollect any disagreement between us
I saw him often as i went 2/3 times per yr to Ceylon then
Later Lanka
Pandi and I with a couple of others met him regularly
He was very quiet
Never controversial
Always a good friend.
No one was aware of any illness
Even after he moved the office acros Galle Rd to the sea side.
May he rest in peace
And attain the highest level of Enlightenment.
With love and fond memories
Bernard De Silva
Late Sheila de Silva
Templar rd Mt
Vista av Cincinnati USA
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