Musings of a Dinosaur

A Family Doctor in solo private practice; I may be going the way of the dinosaur, but I'm not dead yet.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

In Which I am Evil

Chatting with a (long time) patient (ie, good friend) who had suddenly forgotten what she wanted to say.

Patient: Oh, dear. I suppose you ought to test me for Alzheimer's.

Me: I already did. Don't you remember?

8 Comments:

At Thu Mar 27, 08:20:00 AM, Anonymous sg said...

This is a perfect example of your First Law:
The Art of Medicine consists of amusing the patient while nature takes its course.

I've been reading your blog with my coffee every morning while Nature has me working through a nasty headcold. Thanks for saving me the co-pay.

 
At Fri Mar 28, 02:22:00 AM, Anonymous fudgelady said...

Ooh, you are mean. Meaaaannnnn... :-)

 
At Fri Mar 28, 04:54:00 AM, Blogger Elaine said...

Great! It's the sort of thing you wish you had thought of yourself,

 
At Fri Mar 28, 06:53:00 AM, Blogger Evil Lunch Lady said...

Ouch! Hahahaha....thanks for the morning smile:)

 
At Fri Mar 28, 05:06:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, Dino, that's not funny really -- it's actually quite sad when people forget that they've already done something & therefore do it again -- sometimes more than once!

From -- Kensington MD

 
At Fri Mar 28, 05:07:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, Dino, that's not funny really -- it's actually quite sad when people forget that they've already done something & therefore do it again -- sometimes more than once!

From -- Kensington MD

 
At Fri Mar 28, 05:07:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, Dino, that's not funny really -- it's actually quite sad when people forget that they've already done something & therefore do it again -- sometimes more than once!

From -- Kensington MD

 
At Fri Mar 28, 07:40:00 PM, Blogger #1 Dinosaur said...

You're right, Kensington. Really, I know you're right. I mean, when you're right, you're right. Not to repeat myself, but you really are right about that.

Did I mention that you're right? Because you are. Right, that is. Repeating oneself over and over and over and over and over and over and over isn't very funny.

I admit it: you're right.

 

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