“I probably know your mothers”

I very, recently, had to have an ultrasound on my wrist.  The young technician looked like she belonged in high school.  When she left me in the room to wait for the doctor, I questioned what I was doing.  Maybe I should leave and rethink.  The radiologists in the city were older.  The technician seemed more experienced.  I have known them for fourteen years.  They are so sophisticated.  I was sweating profusely when the doctor came in.  He looked like he was younger than my daughter but he had some gray in his beard.  He introduced two young residents who looked like they were applying to college.  “I probably know your mothers,” I blurted out of nowhere.  So then I had to explain that all my friends had children who were doctors at this hospital.  “I live in ____,” I continued.  “So do I,” said this nice, young doctor.  “So I do know your mother?” I asked incredulously.  “I don’t think you do,” he explained, ” I did not grow up there.”  He told me where he lived and as he asked me if I was in pain. I let myself relax, as I watched the screen, as he guided a needle deep into my wrist to aspirate a cyst.  “Don’t worry,” I reassured him, “you can still say hello to me in the local supermarket.”   He, relaxed, in turn, and smiled.  And just to be safe, I added: “I know where you live.”


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