Don’t we love to see the line of qualifications following a doctor’s name? Little brackets announcing that the doc’s MD is not from any local college, but from London, Yankee land or Timbuktu… It's a great source of amusement to ask the doc about his experiences practising in Australia. “Being among Kangaroos was a medically enriching experience. And patients there are so refined.” (said with far-away look in eyes)
Oh, note to myself: Next time I see a doctor for pneumonia, I must remember to clean my swollen nose and wear my best dress.
Maybe it’ll be easier if docs just put up a poster spelling out the code of conduct for patients:
“Thou might be itchy, but thou shalt not scratch. Thou might have sinusitis, but thou shalt wipe your leaky nose only with a silk hanky (with monogram). Thou might have a sore throat, but thou shalt address the doc only in the loveliest baritone. And thou shalt leave thine wallet with the receptionist on thy way out. What is thou going to with an empty wallet anyway?”
I have only once dared to venture into a clinically clean, swanky hospital in pyjamas. Though the berating looks I received have scarred me for life, I still prefer it to a half-heartedly stitched up hospital gown that doesn’t leave anything carnal to the imagination. (Why do you think in-patients lie down so much? The stupid back-bearing outfit manages to foil all your plans of running away from the hospital.)
You might excuse a doc’s bizarre idea of what constitutes clothing, considering that he has to remember so much Latin. But hey, one man’s doc is another man’s poison.
2 comments:
thou shalt not ask for the meanings the names of thy symptoms, nor shall thou ask for an english transcript of the prescription?
Very nice site!
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