Today I had an appointment at the hospital for a simple
outpatient procedure to learn why food occasionally gets stuck in my
esophagus. I have never before been
afraid of going to the doctor or having a medical test, but for some unknown
reason, today I did feel a little apprehension. I don’t know why unless as I’m growing older my mortality becomes
more real.
Nevertheless, when the doctor who would perform the
procedure walked in the room my trepidation increased and my blood pressure
rose to a high of 167 or 85. Normally,
my blood pressure hovers around 90 over 60.
The doctor, I kid you not, looked almost like a teenager! I guessed her age at maybe 25 and worried
that she was too young to have sufficient experience to put a scope down my throat.
I had to say something to find out about her competence, but
certainly did not want to insult her.
So I simply said, “I bet all your patience say you look so young. But since medical school requires many years
of school, you must at least be in your late 20’s.” She smiled and replied, “Yes my patients do share your opinion,
but I’m in my late 30’s and my birthday is on Saturday.”
By Hannah
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