"So, you're having trouble with your eyes."
"I am. For a long time. Things are blurry."
"Okay... how blurry?"
"Well, you, you I can tell, you're male. From your voice, and your short hair. That one over there is a female. The one in the corner, maybe a male, maybe a female, I'm not really sure."
"That's a female medical student."
"Oh, good for her. You sure it's a female?"
"Yes, she's a female."
"And that other one, by the door, that's a male."
"That's a coat rack."
"Yeah, I thought it was a skinny one."
"I think we're going to have you see an ophthalmologist."
"Oh, I saw one of them years ago."
"We're going to have you see one again."
"I don't know if I'll be able to see him. If he stands close."
"We'll have him stand close."
"Great."
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Hmmm...That sounds like me if I lose my glasses. Anything more than a foot away is blurry and I don't recognize people if they're more than two feet away from me.
ReplyDeleteif i were the midical student i would feel bad for the patient was not sure about my gender...
ReplyDeleteI agree with lulu. I feel bad for the androgynous medical student in the corner.
ReplyDeleteSometimes your conversations with patients remind me of Texts From Dog.
ReplyDeleteKeep up the good work.