Friday, February 27, 2009

Feeling old

Wow, I can't believe how disconcerting it is when your doctor is your age. Having recently moved to a new city we are going about the business of finding new doctors, etc. I found a well-recommended ob/gyn practice and called immediately assuming it would be a while before I could get in to see anyone. Much to my surprise, when I called they had a cancelation for an appointment just a couple of days later. Great, I thought! I looked on the website and noticed the doctor I was scheduled to see was newer to the practice, but I have a knack for picking younger doctors so I didn't think much of it.

Well, I finally made it to the exam room after a LONG registration process and wait. The very young nurse (with a very tasteful tiny stud piercing in her nose) left me in the room after taking my vitals and promised the doctor would be in soon. Imagine my surprise when in walks a guy who looks like he has barely graduated from college! A youthful appearance is one thing, but he looked so young I was taken aback.

Through the course of our introductory conversation he confirmed that we are the same age although I secretly think I may be a little older. How crazy is that! I have friends in residencies or fellowships following medical school and even practicing. I don't know why it seems so odd to me that one of them could be my doctors - just strange.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009


While attending law school we used to joke that it ruined a variety of things for us. One example: legal dramas/comedies on TV. When you know what the actual law is and/or the real way things are done, the TV version is never quite as exciting. I used to be a huge Law & Order fan. But, that was before law school. Now I can't help but nit-pick the way they portray things (and how accurate they are). I have heard similar things from friends who are doctors. ER just wasn't the same after going to medical school.

"Discussions" with my husband aren't the same. I don't think I need to elaborate on that. Today I discovered another way that law school ruined me: I attempt to reason with a precocious 3 year old. A few minutes ago she and Jack were "playing" while I prepared lunch. She was loud and a bit aggressive. He was laughing for a while, then he was crying. In response she said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you're OK, you're OK." She immediately volunteered to me that it (whatever "it" was) was an accident. I asked what she did, she said she pushed him to the ground on accident. I almost launched into a discussion about the fact that the word push implies intent, which would mean it wasn't an accident. Who has that conversation with a 3yo? Lucky for both of us I caught myself and avoided much frustration by forgoing that line of conversation.

Seriously, I'll never be the same!