Watch Your Mouth, Or I’ll Call Your Father!
BRITISH COLUMBIA, CANADA, CURRENT EVENTS, DOCTOR/PHYSICIAN, HOSPITAL, INSPIRATIONAL, PATIENTS, SILLY | HEALTHY | MAY 6, 2020
I have injured the inside of my mouth to the point where I am drooling a copious amount of blood. I text my parents telling them what’s happening before I head to the emergency room. While I wait, I text back and forth with my mother until I’m seen by the doctor.
Due to the current global health crisis, the emergency room is practically empty and I am admitted almost ten minutes later.
Doctor: “Your name is [My Name], and your birthdate is [date], correct?”
I nod, as it’s hard for me to speak.
Doctor: “All right, I’m going to have a look at your mouth here.”
She begins my exam and chuckles slightly.
Doctor: “You know, you share the same last name as one of the doctors here. What a small world, huh?”
My last name, though somewhat common, is uncommon in the area we live in. I type on my phone so she can see.
My Text: “My dad is the chief of emergency medicine; [Father]. Please treat me like a normal patient and just let him know what your action plan is, or he’ll worry.”
Doctor: *Reading* “Oh! I thought your mouth looked familiar!”
I try my best not to smile as she finishes her exam, which ends with me gaining seven stitches at the back of my mouth. The doctor disappears for a few minutes, returning with a lollipop for me for being “such a brave boy.”
Doctor: “Well, since you were such a good boy, I got you a lollipop, and there is a surprise waiting for you at the front door. Have a good night and take care of yourself, [My Name]!”
I thanked her and began to leave, walking through the deserted lobby. I suddenly heard my name being called from behind one of the doors to the emergency department, and there was my father, who I hadn’t seen in three weeks due to the crisis.
Watch Your Mouth, Or I’ll Call Your Father!
BRITISH COLUMBIA, CANADA, CURRENT EVENTS, DOCTOR/PHYSICIAN, HOSPITAL, INSPIRATIONAL, PATIENTS, SILLY | HEALTHY | MAY 6, 2020
I have injured the inside of my mouth to the point where I am drooling a copious amount of blood. I text my parents telling them what’s happening before I head to the emergency room. While I wait, I text back and forth with my mother until I’m seen by the doctor.
Due to the current global health crisis, the emergency room is practically empty and I am admitted almost ten minutes later.
Doctor: “Your name is [My Name], and your birthdate is [date], correct?”
I nod, as it’s hard for me to speak.
Doctor: “All right, I’m going to have a look at your mouth here.”
She begins my exam and chuckles slightly.
Doctor: “You know, you share the same last name as one of the doctors here. What a small world, huh?”
My last name, though somewhat common, is uncommon in the area we live in. I type on my phone so she can see.
My Text: “My dad is the chief of emergency medicine; [Father]. Please treat me like a normal patient and just let him know what your action plan is, or he’ll worry.”
Doctor: *Reading* “Oh! I thought your mouth looked familiar!”
I try my best not to smile as she finishes her exam, which ends with me gaining seven stitches at the back of my mouth. The doctor disappears for a few minutes, returning with a lollipop for me for being “such a brave boy.”
Doctor: “Well, since you were such a good boy, I got you a lollipop, and there is a surprise waiting for you at the front door. Have a good night and take care of yourself, [My Name]!”
I thanked her and began to leave, walking through the deserted lobby. I suddenly heard my name being called from behind one of the doors to the emergency department, and there was my father, who I hadn’t seen in three weeks due to the crisis.
Red Paint In A Hospital Ward Is Just Asking For Trouble
ART/DESIGN, AUCKLAND, HOSPITAL, NEW ZEALAND, NON-DIALOGUE, PATIENTS, SILLY | HEALTHY | MAY 4, 2020
I was in hospital for a severe illness. Because doctors were unable to identify what was causing it at my age, given I was in my twenties, I was in a ward for many weeks while they did multiple tests.
Being a fairly active person prior, I didn’t take sitting idle very well. So, after a few days, I was restless, despite being unwell.
I really enjoy crafty activities. The hospital happened to be holding an in-house competition where each individual ward got a theme, with the best decorated getting a prize.
Being absolutely bored out of my mind, I asked if I could help them out with making decorations, which they agreed to. They provided the crafting gear and paints, and we made some pretty cool decorations.
However, I will never forget the poor cleaners that came to do their rounds through the ward one afternoon and found me cross-legged on my bed, arms and gown covered in red paint, because I had dropped a large painted piece of decoration on myself.
One emergency call to nurses later, and I ended up not doing most of the painting activities following that.
That ward won the competition, and after an emergency surgery, I’m doing much better.
Phoning In The Excuses
CANADA, CURRENT EVENTS, LIARS/SCAMMERS, OPTOMETRIST/OPTICIAN, PATIENTS, RECEPTION, VANCOUVER | HEALTHY | MAY 3, 2020
I work as a medical receptionist for a retinal specialist. The medical building where our office is located has nineteen floors and each floor has up to five medical offices in it.
Due to the current health crisis, the main door of the building is closed; for the patients to get access, someone has to physically let them in. For the last month, this has been my task. When someone approaches the door, I have to greet them, ask them to step back six feet as required by CDC and WHO, and ask them about their recent travel and health history.
There are still quite a few of the specialists in the building that need to see their patients in person, but not all of them have enough staff on payroll to have a greeter. I am only authorized to let my own doctor’s patients in after they have passed the screening and check them off my list. I am forbidden from letting anyone else in unless they are an employee that I recognize or has a valid pass.
A lot of the people stopping by do not feel that they have to be inconvenienced by the rules meant to protect them.
One of the doctors I don’t work for requires that once their patients arrive, they call their office so one of the staff can come down and collect their patients. I am the one that has to explain this to them. The majority comply but quite a few give me trouble. One particular lady, though, takes the cake.
Me: “I am sorry, but due to the current crisis, I can only let my own patients in and no one else.”
Lady: “I do not have my phone with me.”
Me: “I am unable to help you since I do not work for your doctor.”
Lady: “YOU HAVE TO LET ME IN! I AM ALREADY LATE!”
She moves very close to me, less than two feet. I quickly close the door. She starts banging on the glass. I gesture for her to move further for nearly five minutes before she will comply. I look around for the security guard but do not see him.
The lady moves away from the door. I open the door and repeat the rules to her. She screams at me that she does not have her phone with her. I repeat that, in that case, I am unable to help her since I can’t leave my station.
A few minutes later, as I escort a leaving patient out — both because said patient has mobility issues and to prevent the lady from sneaking in — I spot her staring at her phone.
Me: *Somewhat smugly* “I was under the impression that you did not have your phone with you?”
Time To Terminate Your Relationship With This Receptionist
JERK, MEDICAL OFFICE, RECEPTION, USA | HEALTHY | MAY 2, 2020
I recently found out that I am pregnant. After discussing it with my husband and taking into account our extensive family history of medical problems along with our own, we decide to terminate the pregnancy.
I call a well-known health and wellness center to schedule a date for the procedure and am told that, due to my health history, I have to go to my gynecologist before I can terminate. I call to schedule that appointment.
Receptionist: “[Doctor]’s office.”
Me: “Hi. My name is [My Name]. I’d like to schedule an appointment with [Doctor].”
Receptionist: “Okay, is this an annual review?”
Me: “Um, no, I’m pregnant.”
Receptionist: “Oh, [Doctor] only deals with exams. She doesn’t do anything with pregnancies.”
Me: “Oh. I was told to meet with her—”
Receptionist: “Who said that?”
Me: “[Wellness Center].”
Receptionist: *With an attitude* “Why are you going there?”
Me: “That’s something I’ll be discussing with the doctor, thank you.”
Receptionist: “Are you having an abortion?”
Me: “Again, that is something I will discuss with the doctor.”
Receptionist: “Well, like I said, she doesn’t do those appointments.”
Me: “Fine. I’d like a wellness visit, then.”
Receptionist: “No, we can’t see you.”
She hangs up on me. Unfortunately for her, the doctor’s office has recently started using an app to help patients get in touch with their doctor and track their health. I send a message to my doctor, detailing my interaction with the receptionist.
The next day, I get a call from the office. It is the same receptionist.
Me: “Hello?”
Receptionist: *Huffy* “[My Name]?”
Me: “Yes.”
Receptionist: “The doctor will see you on [date] at [time]. Will that work for you?”
Me: “Yes, that’s fine.”
Receptionist: “Fine.”
She hung up again. At my appointment, the doctor apologized for the receptionist and said she was dealt with. I don’t know if she was fired or they just had a conversation. My doctor supported my decision and I had no complications.
Always Be Honest At The Doctor’s
EDITORS' CHOICE, HEALTH & BODY, MEDICAL OFFICE, PATIENTS, PENNSYLVANIA, PITTSBURGH, USA | HEALTHY | MAY 1, 2020
I have to go get routine blood work and I am not required to fast. I normally get lightheaded and dizzy when doing blood work but only when I have to fast. Still, I’m not the best with needles so I always try to warn the phlebotomist ahead of time.
Me: “Hey, just so you know, I’m not good with getting blood drawn and I have nearly fainted in the past once.”
Phlebotomist: “Nope, not again. Stand up.”
She has me get up off the chair so she can recline it so I’m less likely to get woozy.
Me: “What did you mean not again?”
Phlebotomist: “I’ve had three appointments already today where people have fainted because they neglected to tell me they had issues with getting blood drawn until after they were on the ground.”
Feeling A Little Sore About This Nurse
EMERGENCY ROOM, ILLINOIS, NURSES, SILLY, USA | HEALTHY | APRIL 30, 2020
I’m working on a project at home and slice my thumb pretty bad. Don’t play with Exacto knives, kids! After forty-five minutes, the bleeding still hasn’t stopped, so my husband and I decide to head to the ER to see if I need stitches.
Fortunately, the doctor is able to glue it back together and I don’t need stitches after all, but I do need a Tetanus shot. The doctor leaves the room and the nurse comes in.
Nurse: “Which arm would you like it in, sweetie?”
Me: “Is it going to cause any muscle soreness tomorrow?”
I ask her this because I’m a photographer and need to use my right arm. I know some shots have this side effect but can’t remember for sure. If it’s not going to cause soreness, then I prefer it in my right arm since I cut my left thumb and don’t want to double up on the discomfort, but if it is going to be sore, then I do want it in my left so my right arm can still be functional for work the next day.
I probably should explain all that, but it’s 1:00 am and I’m tired.
Nurse: “Oh, no, you’ll be fine!”
Me: “Okay, right arm, then.”
She gives me the shot and is cleaning up and getting ready to leave when the doctor comes back in with my discharge instructions.
Doctor: “Okay, so, your arm is going to be pretty sore tomorrow from the shot, but don’t worry; that’s completely normal.”
The nurse freezes in the doorway when he says this, and I look at her in shock.
Nurse: *Muttering* “Rats, almost made it.”
Me: *Incredulous* “You dirty liar!”
I say this very jokingly because we’ve been lighthearted all along and in the grand scheme of things this doesn’t really matter much.
Nurse: “If I had told you that you’d be sore, you would have refused the shot!”
Leave The Medicine To The Medical Professionals
CURRENT EVENTS, CUSTOMER SERVICE, FLORIDA, PATIENTS, POLITICS, USA | HEALTHY | APRIL 29, 2020
I work for a mail-order pharmacy that also manages pharmacy benefits. I work in our Medicare division, so 95% of my customers are over 65. This is just after the president has started to praise a certain medication for Lupus as a treatment for this recent widespread illness.
I get a call from a woman nearly sobbing.
Me: “This is [My Name]; how can I help you?”
Caller: “Yes, this is [Caller]. I saw on the news that the president was saying [Drug] could treat the outbreak.”
As I am pulling up our scripting about this, I look at her account and see she is already taking the medication and has claims going back a couple of years.
Me: “Well, ma’am, we understand the concern—”
Caller: “Is there going to be a shortage? What if I can’t get my Lupus medication? I’ve been taking this for ten years!”
This poor woman is sobbing.
Me: “Ma’am, I certainly understand your concern. And we are keeping up with the reports coming out. At this time, I want to assure you that we are prioritizing our patients who already have a valid prescription. If you’re still worried, then when it’s time to renew the prescription, have your doctor state the reason it’s being prescribed. At this time, we have not received word of a shortage, but we are monitoring the situation daily.”
Caller: “Oh, thank you! I just heard the president saying it on TV and now I’m afraid everyone is going to buy it up!”
Me: “Again, I can understand, ma’am. Please know that if there is an issue, we will let you know right away! Is there anything else I can help you with?”
Caller: “No. Oh, God bless you! Thank you!”
She was one of eight that week. Do these politicians not realize their words have effects on people?
Nonagenarians Living On The Edge
ASSISTED LIVING, HEALTH & BODY, HOME, PENNSYLVANIA, PITTSBURGH, USA | HEALTHY | APRIL 28, 2020
I am an aide for the elderly. I’ve been sick for a few days and since all of my clients are high-risk — as am I because of asthma — I decide to call in sick for a week, just to make sure it isn’t anything serious.
One of my clients has managed to get my personal number and gives me a call.
Client: “[My Name]? Hello!”
Me: “Hello, Miss [Client], how are you?”
Client: “I’m fine. Listen, I was just talking to my son and he is worried about all this nonsense. He wants to cancel your appointments for the month.”
Me: “Oh, that’s actually a great idea! You’re very high-risk because you’re in your nineties and on oxygen. I’m glad you listened to him. Plus, I’m sick, too, so I was really worried about infecting you if this is more serious. “
Client: “You know I don’t care. If I get this disease, then it’s a good day.”
I’m used to her talking like this.
Me: “No, no, no, you don’t want to die from this; it’s pretty bad. You want to go peacefully in bed, remember?”
Client: “Right, right. So, I won’t see you during this month. But you can stop by anytime if you’re in the neighborhood!”
I’m trying not to laugh.
Me: “Miss [Client], I can’t. The whole purpose is to keep you safe.”
She is one of my favorite clients. She’s one of those tough cookies but has a good heart. I’m sure she’s going to be super lonely this month but I told her to call me anytime she wanted to! Also, for those curious, I am feeling a little better but still coughing and having trouble breathing. Yay, asthma
Pussies Playing Possum
AUSTRALIA, BIZARRE, NEW SOUTH WALES, PETS & ANIMALS, VET | HEALTHY | APRIL 27, 2020
I have a cat who had a rough life before she came to me. She was wandering around in the bushland for most of her life and leaving her kittens with people who worked in a building in the area. She was eventually trapped and brought to me as a feral for my barn program. However, we discovered she was friendly and I adopted her and named her Possum.
Possum has some health problems which means a trip to the vet every six months or so. She’s had to have most of her teeth removed, and she has skin problems, pre-cancerous nodules on her throat, and arthritis.
Possum has a purr that sounds roughly like a cross between a demented kookaburra and a lawnmower with a broken blade. She’s also incredibly loud to the point where it’s difficult to hold a conversation in the same room with her when she’s stressed, which means most of this conversation is carried by yelling over the top of her.
I’m leaving the consult room with Possum in a carrier.
Me: “Thanks again for everything. I’ll see you soon.”
Possum: “BRAAAAAAAAAP!”
Me: “How much do I owe?”
Vet Nurse: “It’s [price]. We’ll just get the tablets for you.”
Possum: “BRAAAAAAAAP!”
Other Client: “What do you have in there?”
Me: “Possum.”
Possum: “BRAAAAAAAAAAAA AP!”
Other Client: “You have a possum in there?”
Me: “What? No, she’s a cat. Her name is Possum.”
The other client looks into the carrier. Possum chokes on her purr and squawks like a dying chicken.
Other Client: “What the f***?”
Possum: “BRAAAAAAAAP!”
I laughed so hard I had to put the carrier down and hang on to the counter.
Suffocating Under The Weight Of Lazy Doctors
DOCTOR/PHYSICIAN, EMERGENCY ROOM, HOSPITAL, LAZY/UNHELPFUL, USA, WASHINGTON | HEALTHY | APRIL 26, 2020
CONTENT WARNING: This story contains content of a medical nature. It is not intended as medical advice.
I have a medical condition that makes colds and the flu very dangerous for me. I could die from either. I catch the flu despite having gotten vaccinated; the shot doesn’t always work 100%. I am prescribed antiviral medication and actually start feeling better.
But then, I wake up in the middle of the night feeling like I am trying to breathe through Jello. The flu has triggered bronchitis, so I pack a bag and go to the ER.
The doctor there isn’t taking it seriously at all but I know I am in no shape to go home with oral antibiotics. The ER doc has been on the phone with my specialist.
ER Doctor: “Doctor [Specialist] said to send you home with oral antibiotics.”
Me: “Absolutely not. This is probably the sickest I’ve ever been. You never even listened to my lungs, so how can you give my doctor an accurate picture of what’s going on? I’ve had doctors listen to my lungs when I come in for a sprained ankle!”
ER Doctor: “Well, the hospital is pretty full right now, so we’re not going to admit you.”
Me: “Yes, you are! Figure it out, because I’m not going home!”
ER Doctor: “Uh, well… I’ll see what I can do.”
He had a nurse come in and put a pulse-ox monitor on me to measure my pulse and oxygen level and then had me walk. I didn’t make it twenty feet before my oxygen tanked. The doctor was shocked. He thought that everything would be fine and it would prove to me that I was healthy enough to go home. But I obviously wasn’t fine, so they admitted me.
I had a room upstairs about an hour later. He never did listen to my lungs which infuriated my specialist. I spent a week in the hospital and another month recovering at home. I also filed a grievance against that ER doc.
Did You Try Reading The Directions?
PHARMACY, RHODE ISLAND, STUPID, USA | HEALTHY | APRIL 25, 2020
A customer comes up to me with a book and a pair of reading glasses.
Customer: “Hi. I have a question. Maybe you can help me.”
Me: “Okay. I can try.”
Customer: “My doctor told me I should get reading glasses, but I don’t understand. Do I put the glasses on over my others? I asked my doctor and he didn’t answer me.”
Me: “Um… no. You just put the reading glasses on.”
Customer: “Oh. Okay. I mean, I can see the writing better this way, but I don’t know why my doctor wouldn’t answer when I asked him. I mean, how am I supposed to wear two pairs of glasses?”
“Opportunistic” Might Be Less Harsh
CRIMINAL & ILLEGAL, FINLAND, PHARMACY | HEALTHY | APRIL 23, 2020
Customer: “To whom can I give this medical waste?”
I notice that the product contains a mild opiate.
Me: “You can give it to me; I’ll make sure it’s properly discarded.”
Customer: “Yeah, I figured that I could have made some money selling it on the street, but that would have been too much of a hassle!”
Just What Labor Needs: Complications
CURRENT EVENTS, EMERGENCY SERVICES, HEALTH & BODY, SILLY, UK | HEALTHY | APRIL 22, 2020
The hospital where I’m going to have my baby is currently restricting the number of people who can enter due to a global outbreak of illness. This means my partner can’t be with me for the delivery. This has led to a couple of interesting conversations.
The main one is when my labour starts at home. My partner is talking to the 999 operator on speakerphone to get an ambulance. Halfway through, this happens.
Partner: “Will they get here soon? I think the baby’s coming.”
Operator: “Ma’am, we have to ask that you and your baby stay at home. We can only take the patient. We’re trying to limit the number of people in hospital to reduce the infection rate.”
Partner: *Pauses* “I think you misheard me. I mean the baby currently exiting my wife’s uterus.”
I started laughing so hard I was distracted from contractions for a few minutes.
The Editors Are Dying (Of Laughter)
COLORADO, FUNNY, HEALTH & BODY, MEDICAL OFFICE, PATIENTS, USA | HEALTHY | APRIL 21, 2020
When I started college, I lived on campus and had a meal plan. I ate a lot of pizza and whatever else you’d expect college kids to eat. I did not drink alcohol and I considered myself pretty healthy.
One day, I started having cramps in my abdomen. It got worse over a few days and I was worried that maybe my appendix was getting ready to burst or that I was having some other issue like that. I went to the local medical clinic to get checked out and make sure I wasn’t dying.
The doctor had me get up on the exam table so she could press around on my abdomen and see what to do next. I was so worried I’d need surgery and have to stay in the hospital with my family being more than four hours away.
As the doctor was pressing around, trying to find the offending area, she told me that I was not dying. I was just constipated and needed to eat some more vegetables; she made a few suggestions.
When I got done, I never told anyone what was actually wrong, just that the doctor said I wasn’t dying.
Time Travelling Is No Fun In The Real World
DATE, DEPARTMENT STORE, GOLDEN YEARS, HEALTH & BODY, OREGON, USA | HEALTHY | APRIL 20, 2020
I work as a cashier at a department store. This elderly couple comes up to the register. They’re regulars and also happen to be the grandparents of my Person In Charge.
The woman writes a check, like she always does, and hands it to me when she’s finished. I do a quick once-over but then notice something strange. The date she has just written is wrong. And I don’t mean, oh, she put last month or the wrong day on. We are in August of 2018 and the date she wrote was December 13th… 1947. I have her correct it and off she goes.
I call my PIC over to my register.
Me: “Um, [PIC], I need to tell you something. Your grandma came through my line and wrote a check but she got the date wrong. Like… really really wrong.”
I pull the check out and show it to him.
Me: “I think you need to take her to the doctor as soon as possible. My brother is a fireman and I’ve heard of things like this happening. I don’t think it’s life-threatening at the moment; she seemed fine aside from the date. But something is wrong.”
The next day, he took her to the doctor to get checked out. It turned out she’d had a small stroke and had the onset of dementia.
Definitely The Wrong Call
ALBERTA, CANADA, EMPLOYEES, IGNORING & INATTENTIVE, PHARMACY | HEALTHY | APRIL 19, 2020
I see a missed call on my phone and recognize the number from a store where I used to work over ten years ago. I check my voicemail and it’s from the pharmacy.
Pharmacy: “Hi, [My Name], it’s [Store Pharmacy]. We aren’t able to get your prescription in; can you call us back?”
I moved my prescriptions since I quit and haven’t been to the doctor recently, so I call back, confused.
Pharmacy: “Hello, [Story Pharmacy], how can I help you?”
Me: “My name is [My Name] and I just had a missed call about a prescription?”
Pharmacy: “Yes, we aren’t able to order the cream in but we called [Doctor] to ask about an alternative.”
Me: “That’s not my prescription; I haven’t had anything filled there in years. It must be for someone else?”
Pharmacy: “Is your name [Full Name]?”
Me: “Yes.”
Pharmacy: “Is your phone number [number I called from]?”
Me: “Yes.”
Pharmacy: “Is your birthdate June 2—”
I cut them off.
Me: “That is not my birthdate; I’m not allowed to hear that information. This is someone else’s prescription.”
When Mom And Dad Are Scarier Than The Dentist
BIZARRE, DENTIST, PATIENTS, PHONE, USA | HEALTHY | APRIL 17, 2020
I used to work in a children’s dental clinic. One of my jobs was to contact the parents to remind them of their child’s appointment. One afternoon, I dialed a number and it went to voicemail. This is what I heard:
“Death waits for all of us. It casts a shadow before the young and dances on the back of the old. It comes whenever it will: in your sleep, while you eat, while you drive…”
There was a pause.
“Hmm, maybe even in a voicemail message. If you are brave, leave one.”
Then came the beep.
I’ve never left my message so quickly. And it was for two kids!
A Difference As Simple As Black And White
DOCTOR/PHYSICIAN, HOSPITAL, IGNORING & INATTENTIVE, SILLY, USA | HEALTHY | APRIL 15, 2020
Even though this incident had me briefly worried, I really love it in retrospect simply because of what it meant about the young man involved. His heart was in the right place, and I have to say, he had a good world view.
I’m in the hospital for what the doctor tells me is major surgery. As often happens in these hospital jaunts, I meet the entire staff of people who will be attending my operation.
Just before surgery, the anesthesiologist and his — rather new and green and eager — assistant come in to bid me a good day. They are in masks, scrubs, and caps.
Anesthesiologist: “Hi, [My Name]. My name is [Anesthesiologist] and this is my assistant, [Assistant]. We will be taking care of the anesthesia for you this morning.”
We chat, and I ask questions. [Assistant] desperately wants to prove to the two of us that he knows what is going on and makes a couple of comments that are really gauche and a little stupid, but since it has nothing to do with anesthesia or surgery, I am not concerned. His boss occasionally rolls his eyes, and he tells me, “He really knows his stuff but he’s a little awkward socially,” when [Assistant] leaves the room.
I’m not concerned; I trust my doctor, the anesthesiologist has been very reassuring, and I figure it’s a little late to turn back now.
The surgery goes fine and I wake up a few hours later. Eventually, two handsome young men walk into my room.
Anesthesiologist: “Hi, [My Name]! Do you remember us?”
Me: “I sure do.” *Pointing* “You’re [Anesthesiologist] and you’re [Assistant].”
Anesthesiologist: “Wow. You’re really sharp. You remembered our names!”
Assistant: *In awe* “And, hey. She got us right, too. You couldn’t even see us when we first met. We were in masks! She was still able to tell us apart!”
[Anesthesiologist] and I look at each other and [Anesthesiologist] cheerfully smacks [Assistant] in the shoulder.
Anesthesiologist: *To me* “Tell him how you could tell us apart! Go on. Tell him.”
[Assistant] looks at me expectantly.
Me: “I could tell you apart because [Anesthesiologist] is black and you are not.”
[Assistant] stares at us for a few minutes as if just noticing that he and his mentor look nothing alike, even down to the fact that [Anesthesiologist] is small and compact and [Assistant] is tall and lanky.
It is the cutest moment ever. And I just love the fact that [Assistant] never considered it. When I speak with my doctor later, I mention the incident. She bursts out laughing.
Doctor: “Yeah, [Assistant]’s a little ditzy, but I have to say we should all have his world view.”
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