This is both one of the most fascinating books that I have read, and also one of the most frightening. The incidents that the author, a trauma surgeon, writes about are real, and you can only hope that you are never caught in similar situations.
He relates stories from his own life, about his own family members... Such as this about a condition that is called SAE, meaning 'sudden acceleration of the elderly.', after which he relates this story of his own grandmother...facing the age-old problem of when to take away the car and driving privileges' (Mind you that he has, as a trauma surgeon, seen horrible injuries in his work.)
"A good example of this dilemma was experience by yours truly when my beloved grandmother, Rosie, was eight-eight years old. Having just cared for several older people involved in driving disasters as the chief of trauma at a busy trauma center I returned to Northern California to visit her at her apartment. Typically, I drove her to a nice lunch in her car. She owned a 1965 Pontiac Bonneville (one of the longest cars ever made). It was painted a metallic light green and was covered with a large gray spots where a body shop had banged out large dents and then applied primer following contact with many different stationary objects. The car resembled a huge leopard poised for mayhem. Because Rosie had abrasions on her legs from falling on the single star at the entrance of her apartment building, I was concerned that she was too wobbly to be driving. She was also blind as a bat. Later that evening, I discussed this issue with my parents at their house. They responded in unison, 'You tell her.' So I took in a deep breath and called her to suggest that we needed to retire her car, as it was unsafe for her to drive. She was naturally really upset, despite my offer to get her taxi vouchers so she cold manage her affairs. She only drove to the doctor's office (which was my father), and my parents' house anyway. The next day, she called me all excited. Her nephew Hal (he was in his seventies) was going to get her a used Cadillac. 'No. Rosie, you don't under stand, you should not be driving yourself anymore,' I said. Silence. Then she said 'You just don't want me to drive!' 'Correct,' I responded. She never forgot that I (her favorite, and only, grandchild) had taken away her car for the remaining years of her life. But I think she forgave me."
He relates stories, his and from his fellow surgeons, that encompass every injury that you could ever imagine, and in graphic detail. The book is peppered with them, that as awful they are to read, are fascinating as well.
The chapter that made me most incensed was the one relating to gun injuries.
"In the aftermath of the 1996 massacre in Tasmania, Australia enacted gun laws that led to a dramatic and sustained decrease in both gun-related homicides and suicides. In contrast, the response of the US Congress to the Australian massacre was to pass the NRA-supported Dickey Amendment in 1997 which cut finding to the CDC for gun-related research and put in regulations mandating that an institution would lose federal finding if it performed investigations on this subject."
We should all be appalled at the pure aggradation of fire-arms especially after even just the many incidents in the past year, 2023. To say nothing of Uvalde, in which DNA was required to even identify the children shot in the school. Where are our senses??? One has to ask.
Sorry that I got up on my soapbox just now, but the author relates a story from his own life in regards to guns.
"I moved to the Southwest when my son was turning thirteen. I was deathly afraid of my boy, the wild man, being injured to an accidental discharge of a firearm. Guns are ubiquitous in that part of the country. So I bought a 22-gauge rifle and took him target shooting to learn about gun safety. On one of these outings, he discharged his weapon at the target until it failed to fire.
'I'm out,' Sam stated.
'Did you clear the chamber?; I asked.
'I counted, and I am empty' he responded authoritatively.
I made him clear the weapon and out popped a live round. He turned pale. That experience was worth he price of the rifle."
I learned a lot about the human body and about the injuries which are inflicted in so many situation. Reading parts of it made me queasy, but made thankful that doctors like him exist, and I hope I never need his services.