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When I began my first week of clinical rotations a long time ago, I encountered an elderly patient, with thinning white hair, and a cane, who was waiting for a shuttle at the AMC.
Although he was casually dressed, he looked ancient (at least to me) and I noticed that he was leaning against the wall, as if he was unsteady on his feet. He was all alone and (as a newly-minted scrubs-and-white-coater on my way to clinical rounds ), I wanted to "help" this aging patient.
So, feeling inspired and charitable, I said something like, "Sir, may I help you find a shady place to sit down and rest your feet?"
Slightly annoyed, he looked at me and replied in a sharp tone, "I do this every day, and I don't need anything from you!"
Feeling humbled and foolish ... I quickly apologized to the patient and fumbled myself over to clinical rounds, feeling chastised and dismissed.
Later, I learned "the patient" was the Chief of Surgery at the AMC!
Your stories please?
Although he was casually dressed, he looked ancient (at least to me) and I noticed that he was leaning against the wall, as if he was unsteady on his feet. He was all alone and (as a newly-minted scrubs-and-white-coater on my way to clinical rounds ), I wanted to "help" this aging patient.
So, feeling inspired and charitable, I said something like, "Sir, may I help you find a shady place to sit down and rest your feet?"
Slightly annoyed, he looked at me and replied in a sharp tone, "I do this every day, and I don't need anything from you!"
Feeling humbled and foolish ... I quickly apologized to the patient and fumbled myself over to clinical rounds, feeling chastised and dismissed.
Later, I learned "the patient" was the Chief of Surgery at the AMC!
Your stories please?
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