Word came recently that my doctor back in Ohio passed away, Dr. Amador Raslan. He was a great doctor and fondly remembered as a great all-around guy.
Dr. Rasalan was probably completely unaware that he had been immortalized in another way.
One of the stories in my book The Dead Travel Fast, that seemed to be in every review/feature about the book--and people ask me about all the time--was my attempts to drink my own blood.
In the book, I detail that I went on a trip to the doctor's and casually asked the doctor to draw an extra vial of blood. He heard me out and declined. As soon as he left, I simply swiped some supplies from the cart next to me, went home, and did the exact same thing I'd just witnessed him doing an hour earlier.
Though his name was never mentioned, nor any details about him shared, the doctor in that story was Dr. Rasalan.
I will never forget the look on his face when I tried to explain to him why I want the blood. He was a pretty quiet yet straight to the point kinda guy. While I was talking, I could see his face show tiny expressions of surprise, disgust, then impatience.
He did ask me, "Like Billybob?" referring to Billybob Thorton and Angelina Jolie, who had vials of each other's blood around their necks while they were married (give him a break, this was in 2004).
Then he did the right thing. He made a judgment and made it clear to me.
Then I did a very wrong thing, but we don't need to go over that now.
Rest in peace, Dr. Raslan, and thanks for being such a great doctor.







