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Thursday, November 16, 2006

Doctor Who

I went and saw a patient this morning on the Orthopedic ward, and as I was leaving I saw an older man in a white shirt and tie walking towards me. As our paths converged, he said hi to me, and as I am a friendly Midwestern type, I said something to the effect of "hi how are you" and continued out into the hallway.

To which he had a whole response about life and appreciating what you have and not complaining and I nodded and said it was nice, and then unfortunately he changed directions and started walking with me.

He then started asking me how I was and how my practice was going, did I like it where I was now, how is my family, and I did my best to provide very vague answers, because although it was becoming very apparent that he knew who I was, I was pretty certain that I had absolutely no idea who he was.

The conversation then moved into doctoring and it became evident that he was in fact another doctor, one who was apparently "following my career" over the years and happy that I was doing well. I picked up my pace, attempting to indicate that I had to get to another part of the hospital to continue my rounds. He kept up.

I started to wonder if he was one of the new hospital administrators, trying to get friendly with the staff. Or maybe he was one of these specialists that I refer to but have never met. Or even seen pictures of. I couldn't figure it out, and I was beginning to get very concerned that he would catch on to the fact that I was totally clueless about his identity. Maybe I could have let on earlier that I didn't know him, but now we were a couple of minutes into the conversation and it would be too awkward. I saw an intersection coming up and moved to the left on a path that would take me to the new wing, praying that our shared journey would end there.

Much to my chagrine, he turned left with me and we continued down the long series of hallways that would lead to the new patient tower. During this time he went on about "the life we have chosen to lead" and being a "slave to the pager" and I was really trying to guess at what specialty he might be in, hoping for a hint that would allow me to look him up on the hospital web site, but he kept any references to his own identity very general.

What really worried me was that we'd end up stuck staring at each other waiting for an elevator or on a long ride up, but at the last minute I turned left into the Tower elevator banks and he kept going.

Another bullet dodged.

20 comments:

Rafi G said...

I hate it when that happens!

Doctor Bean said...

Um. That was me.

Anonymous said...

Ugh...that is seriously a nightmare! That stuff only happens to me when I am running late in the morning, ya know?

Bagel Blogger said...

Maybe it was youself PT?

Seems like you were being asked some pretty challenging questions?

or is that too 'startrekish'?

Aaron

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PsychoToddler said...

Of course! It was me from the future!

How could I have been so blind!

Save the Internist...Save the World!

wanderer said...

Or maybe he was one of these specialists that I refer to but have never met. Or even seen pictures of.

I hate it when that happens. Then you feel wierd about why you even refer patients to someone you've never met. Especially if they're strange-looking or really ugly.

Ayelet said...

Dr. Bean - I always enjoy your comments. The Coffeehouse customers miss you there.

Baleboosteh said...

Weird! I wonder who it was??

I hope he doesn't read your blog!! Lol!

Anonymous said...

The whole tone of this is like a kooky, funny short story. Nice to have some light reading over here this week!

outofAMMO said...

I can't relate.

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Eli said...

If this was a short storie, the guy would follow you on the way out only to be stopped trying to leave because he is mental patient.

Doctor Bean said...

Ayelet: You're very sweet. Thanks. The Coffeehouse patrons weren't paying me much, though...

PsychoToddler said...

So today, I was sneaking around corners in the hospital, hoping I could catch a glimpse of him before he spotted me.

I snuck up to one of the Health Unit Coordinators and tried to describe the guy to her, but if you remember my description to the police of the guy who broke into my car...

She didn't know who it was. She went as far as to find a book with pictures of all the ortho docs, but..he wasn't in it.

My life is very sad.

Neil Harris said...

I think that he was performing a psych evaluation. Good Shabbos.

Shira Salamone said...

"Ortho Docs." Now there's a great blog name! Just persuade Dilbert to get in on it with you, and twist Doctor Bean's arm a bit . . . :)

I know the feeling, by the way. People whose names I know but whom I have rarely, if ever, seen are constantly dropping by my office. Sometimes I have no clue regarding the identity of the person standing in front of my desk. To say that it's embarrassing is a major understatement.

And the less said about all the people who call me on the phone and get insulted because I don't recognize their voices, the better. Look, Ms. or Mr. Rude, it's not up to me to recognize your voice, it's up to you to have the derech eretz/courtesy to identify yourself and not play games with me. Grumble, grumble, kvetch and mumble, secretary fumes when callers not humble.

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Jewish Blogmeister said...

That post gave me a lot of anxiety...

motomama said...

You had me worried that he would turn out to be a special Jews for Jesus guy.

Eeees said...

Maybe he was Eliyahu HaNavi doing rounds?