I love that old spice commercial with NPH coming out as a "former make believe doctor". Too funny. But it reminds me of what I am former make believe of: patients. I've pretended to be lots of different patients. Old, young, male, female, alcoholic, crazy (that's the technical term), walking heart attacks waiting to happen, or even a good 'ol fashioned depressed patient. I selflessly did this in the name of helping friends and family practice for exams. I subjected myself the one of the most horrible physical examinations that can take place: having bright lights shined (shawned?) into my eyes. I even tried not to cry. It never worked.
I found the whole process very interesting because health care workers need to, in a very few questions, get down to the issue. Even when some of the answers provided are false. Seen from a computer science perspective it was fascinating.
The thing that all those health care workers didn't realize is that I've learned the code. The secret handshake. The riddle. I know which questions and what answers lead very quickly to which conclusions. I am not a dancer, but I know your dance.
This thought popped into my head last week when I saw more health care workers than I had planned and I was probed. With questions... clearly with questions. As I heard the questions I could tick off the solutions that they were trying to eliminate. It's sort of funny when you hear someone ask if it's Tuesday and you think "Ah. They are trying to check if we're in Belgium. Clever."
I promise to use these powers for good. For now...
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