SR Carson

ShockDoc Writer

Hillary and Donald are Secret Lovers

Posted on October 17, 2016 by main

Disclaimer: This blog piece is political satire and pure fiction. It could never happen in real life. I think. For those of you who have a tendency to get your fancy underwear all wound up about your candidate, here is my advice: Lighten up. This piece will offend both sides of the political spectrum. About once a month for the past six months or so, the Secret Service guarding both major party presidential candid Read More

Writing Novels While Lap Swimming and Will You Finish the Novel Before I’m Dead?

Posted on October 3, 2016 by main

The stimulus for this little piece came from a wonderful 87 year old long – time patient of mine who joked, “Dr. Carson, will you finish your new novel before I’m dead? I want to read it.” I’ve recently found myself in the gray doldrums of what many call writer’s block. It means I am completely unable to start a page on my next novel chapter. Rather than using the worn out phrase – Read More

Dressing up for Church

Posted on September 12, 2016 by main

I may have a few old fashioned ideas that stubbornly cling to my DNA, or maybe to my junk DNA, but nevertheless, they still cling. Kind of like when I still actually look straight ahead or smile or try to engage people when waiting in line for that mandatory Starbucks boost rather than staring like a hypnotized robot at a cell phone. Now to the topic at hand, finally: Dressing for Church. I previously wrote about m Read More

Knowledge

Posted on September 5, 2016 by main

Knowledge will not supersede truth, and truth will not supersede love. With all three, you will never fear death. I wrote the above sentence in response to a quote I found on twitter from Robert P. Warren: “End of man is knowledge, but there is one thing he can’t know. He can’t know whether his knowledge will save or kill him.” © SRCarson Read More

Optimist Club and Little League Baseball

Posted on August 29, 2016 by main

No matter how dark things may appear, this is not the end. I joined the little league when I was a boy, maybe age 9 or so and I was randomly assigned as a rookie to a team sponsored by the Optimist Club. I was lucky because it was a damn good team that had won the city championship the year before and after I joined, continued to win city championships. Despite me, of course. Surprised they didn’t kick me of Read More

A Brief Scene from My New Novel In Progress

Posted on August 26, 2016 by main

Suddenly a young OR tech tripped on some suction tubing coiled on the floor and nearly knocked the corrugated ventilator tubing away from Mr. Jensen’s breathing tube. The anesthesiologist tore into her. “If you can’t be careful and do your job, then get the hell out of my OR!” Her face glazed bright crimson and she sheepishly said, “I’m sorry sir.” Turner, the anest Read More

Inspirational Quotes, Blowing Leaves And Love

Posted on August 1, 2016 by main

I’m not sure why I joined twitter. Perhaps I was told I should do it to sell my books more effectively and maximize my social media presence. So I joined with good intentions but eventually learned that it is a strange world that is filled with authors trying desperately to hawk their books, no matter what it takes, sometimes throwing their products at you nonstop, hoping you will give up and buy their bo Read More

Father’s Day, Shmather’s Day. Who’s in That Mirror?

Posted on June 19, 2016 by main

I stopped at the bank drive through, parked and made my transaction. Then, I saw him staring at me, and I jumped in my seat, startled to see him and that unmistakable smile. Or was it a smirk? He said people told him he looked like Hugh Heffner, or the character Ilya Kuryakin, from the 60’s TV show, Man From Uncle. Others told him he reminded them of James Dean. Either way, there he was. But why w Read More

Selecting the Correct Bed Companion

Posted on May 2, 2016 by main

She knows you have needs and won’t leave the bed unless you are stupid enough to push her out or throw her out once you are finished with her. You’re not that kind of guy. But she knows you’ll never do that, because you can’t get enough of her, you always want more and you damn well will regret it later when you look for her again and you can’t find her because you miss her and everything about her. She Read More

I Can’t Go On. I will Go On. (Only the Title is from Samuel Beckett)

Posted on April 4, 2016 by main

Stress can kill you. I knew that long ago because I am a physician, and I know that kind of stuff. I read books and took lots of tests, learned from smart professors and mentors, absorbing practical wisdom as well from people who knew what they were doing: nurses, pharmacists, technicians, therapists and others. I was strong and tough, with no risk factors for cardiovascular disease. Sure, I’d have an Read More