Wednesday, May 29, 2013

My name should be Grace.

Late afternoon. Patient is scheduled for follow-up, and having reviewed her test results, I thought surgery should be the plan.

I knock, open the door and promptly turn my right foot, twisting my ankle and ending up on the floor. "I think you need surgery!"

My M.A. was cracking up. Fortunately, this amused the patient as well.

1 comment:

Grumpy, M.D. said...

"Fortunately, the patient was also an orthopedic surgeon, and handed me her card."