He was a driver in a t-bone collision with another car. Something I've been seeing with some regularity. A young man with light eyes, he lay in the aseptic glare of the trauma suites fluorescent lights.
While waiting for one of his many tests, I got to talking to the fellow. It was an engaging dialogue about the cars James Bond drives.
"Aha! I think to myself! I'm establishing a sound physician-patient relationship! Truly, this must be the rewards of medicine."
We lapse into happy silence, as I contemplate the importance of my role. He looks up at me.
"Hi! What's your name again?" he asks.
We proceed to have the same conversation. Again. And again. And again.
2 comments:
Haha reminds me of 50 First Dates except... not with Drew Barrymore :(
Something like that.
Not a bad looking guy though. I have to respect someone who is cracking jokes about his radiographs while lying there with multiple fractures!
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