Showing posts with label doctor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label doctor. Show all posts

Thursday, June 3, 2021

Story 394: Accidental Super-Vision

 (In an inner room at an Ophthalmologist’s office, Patient sits in an exam chair and swings the freakish lens instrument back and forth in agitation until the doctor enters)

Ophthalmologist: (Carries a chart in one hand and closes the door with the other) Sorry for the wait – please leave the phoroptor alone –

Patient: (Stops swinging the instrument and starts bouncing a foot on the chair) Hi Doc, I know it’s backed up here with people’s unexpected issues and what-not, but five hours is a bit of a time commitment for just an annual exam, and I’ve gotta go be anywhere else but here so can I please leave nowwwww????!!!

Ophthalmologist: (Removing several printed images from the chart) Yes, about the exam –

Patient: (Half rising out of the chair) Everything looks all right – vision’s unchanged – literally see you next year – bye?

Ophthalmologist: Well…. (Points to one of the images) These spots are showing up now that weren’t there last year.

Patient: (Grabs the image and states at it for a few moments) So, bottom line: am I going blind in the next six months?

Ophthalmologist: No; it could be that nothing will ever happen with these either, but if you’re concerned about macular degeneration then you should start taking these multivitamins to slow down any possible damage that may – may, mind you – be happening.  (Hands Patient a list from the chart) And of course wear sunglasses when it’s bright out and eat healthy food and all that common-sense stuff.

Patient: (Briefly scans the list before shoving it into a pocket and running out the door) Great; just don’t try to sell me laser surgery yet; I already gave my co-pay at the front desk; bill my insurance company for the rest; byeeeee!!!! (Rushes to a very important appointment with a living room couch, a television episode, and lots of popcorn)

 THE NEXT DAY

(At a pharmacy, Patient wanders the multivitamin aisle)

Employee: Hello, do you need help finding anything?

Patient: Hi, yes, thank you – I need all the vitamins.

Employee: A multivitamin?

Patient: Yes!  That one.  Specifically for this.  (Hands over the list)

Employee: (Reads the notes) Oh, this is for eye care.

Patient: Yeah-yeah-yeah, I need the eye stuff, you guys got any?

Employee: (Brings Patient to another part of the aisle and points to part of a shelf) These are for eye health: I have to warn you that few are FDA-approved, but they say whether they are or not on the box – you also should check the ingredients to see if they match what you need.

Patient: (Grabs a few boxes to read them quickly, keeps one and shoves the others back onto the shelf) This’ll do – thanks for your help!

Employee: (Quickly peers at the box in Patient’s hand) Uh, this is for treating advanced macular degeneration – I thought your paper said this was more for prevention?

Patient: (Running toward the cashier) Po-tay-to, po-tah-to – it’s just vitamins, can’t hurt, right?

 ONE WEEK LATER

 (In an office, Coworker walks to Patient’s cubicle and watches the latter staring at the computer screen)

Coworker: Hey.

Patient: (Still staring at the screen) `Sup.

Coworker: You still working on that report I asked you for two days ago?  `Cause I really needed it two days ago.  I pushed it back with it being Memorial Day this week, but I’m pretty certain you were just recovering from a beach trip instead of any actual holiday observances.

Patient: What? (Looks at Coworker) Oh, right, sorry, got a bit distracted there.

Coworker: (Leans over to look at the screen) You’re not watching porn on that, are you?

Patient: What?!  No!

Coworker: Too bad – for a second I thought someone’d finally figured out how to do it.

Patient: No, it’s just – (Scootches chair over to Coworker, briefly looks around the office, and whispers) do you notice anything different… everywhere?

Coworker: Everything’s different every day.

Patient: No, I mean – (Waves a hand in the air) When you look around, do the… colors seem different to you lately?

Coworker: I’m color blind.

Patient: Ah, sorry, it’s just – (Points to the computer screen) when I look at that, or any screen now, I’m starting to see… more.  Like all these lines, and colors but not really colors, they’re… I don’t know how to describe them.

Coworker: (Laughs) What, you think you’re starting to see outside of the visible spectrum?

Patient: (Stands in realization) Yes!  That is exactly what I’m seeing!  I mean, even looking at you now, I can see your healed broken elbow, and your messed-up liver, and your really messed-up stomach, and your –

Coworker: (Holds hands to cover up body) Whoa there, this is skirting workplace harassment territory!  I think – it’s a little unprecedented.

Patient: Sorry, it’s just all soooo…. (Stares around the office in awe) beautiful.

Coworker: Are you on something?

Patient: Hm?  Oh, just some vitamins.  (Grabs the bottle off the desk and hands it to Coworker) My eye doctor recommended them to head off losing my vision down the road; you think maybe they’re the ones doing this?

Coworker: (Reads the label) These are really strong!  It says they’re for someone with advanced eye disease!

Patient: (Picks up a ringing cell phone and stares at the waves emanating from it) Yeah, so?

Coworker: So these are probably too strong for you if you don’t need them!

Patient: What’re you talking about?  It’s got the same stuff Doc told me to get.  (Takes the list from a pants pocket and hands it to Coworker)

Coworker: (Scans the list, then shakes the bottle at Patient) These have triple the amounts your doctor told you to get!

Patient: Oh.  I thought that meant I had to take three at a time then.

Coworker: Three at a – ?!  If anything, you should’ve taken a third of each!

Patient: Oh.  Well, math never was my strong suit.  (Suddenly looks into the distance) Ooh, another solar flare, neat!

Coworker: You should stop taking these right now, and you probably should go visit an emergency department or urgent care center to make sure you haven’t poisoned yourself!

Patient: What for?  A week ago I thought I was gonna go blind, and now I can see everything!  And I do mean everything.  (Leans toward Coworker conspiratorially) Do you know how many people on this floor are using the company’s Wi-Fi to gamble online as we speak?   A lot more than 0.

Coworker: Listen: from what you’re saying this could actually wind up damaging your eyes very badly, and maybe even your heart, and maybe even all your organs – please go see a doctor!

Patient: Ironically, seeing a doctor is what started all this.  (Thinks for a few moments) You know, I have a better idea.

Coworker: This is the only idea!

Patient: Hear me out: instead of spending hours and hours again waiting just to be given more bad news, I think I really have no choice but to become a superhero.

Coworker: …What?!

Patient: If I’ve been granted super-vision in place of no vision, then clearly I’m meant to save the world with it.

Coworker: (Sighs in defeat and hands the bottle and list back to Patient) Fine – could you at least send me that report I’ve asked you multiple times for before you take off to save humanity?

Patient: Oh right, sure!  (Darts back into the cubicle and sits at the desk) The literal vibes coming off this thing are starting to freak me out, though.  Oh, and before you go?

Coworker: Yes?

Patient: You might want to go see a doctor yourself about that fever you have going on – the infrared all around you is outta control!

Coworker: (Wipes sweating forehead) Forget saving the world: you can hire yourself out as a personal medical scanner.

Patient: Sweet!  Instead of being a superhero, I can be super-rich!

Thursday, March 26, 2020

Story 334: Out Past Curfew


            (In the lobby of a restaurant)
           Friend 1: … and so I said, “Too bad for you, should’ve bought 20 rolls like I did when you had the chance, sucker!”
            Friend 2: That’s… not funny.
            Friend 1: Yeah, they didn’t think so either.
            (A restaurant employee emerges from the kitchen with packages and hands them to Friends 1 and 2)
           Employee: (Voice muffled by a face shield and mask) Here you go – sorry for the wait, I know you have to get home soon.
            Friend 2: That’s all ri –
            Friend 1: Darn tootin’-thanks-bye!  (Grabs both packages, runs out the door, and starts the car as Friend 2 gets in)
            Friend 2: That was a bit rude.
          Friend 1: (Reverses out of the parking spot at high speed and peels out of the lot) Curfews know no manners!
            Friend 2: What?  And anyway, you’re the one who took forever to pick a place to order from; I could’ve just made us something in half the time!
           Friend 1: (Bites into a sandwich while swerving off the highway onto a side street) Not this deliciously fried, you couldn’t.  `Sides, we’ve got plenty of – (Glances at the clock radio) um, let me speed this up a little.  (Floors the accelerator more)
            Friend 2: Slow down, you’re gonna get us into an accident!
           Friend 1: (Gripping the steering wheel, hunched forward, eyes blazing) I’ve never been in an accident in my entire life!
            Friend 2: Really?  That’s pretty impressive.
           Friend 1: Thank you.  (Sees railroad crossing lights flash up ahead and the gates start to lower) Oh no you don’t!  (Accelerates faster)
            Friend 2: Slow down!
            Friend 1: We’ll make it!
            Friend 2: Slow down right now!
           Friend 1: I SAID WE’LL MAKE IT!  Oh never mind, they’re down.  (Slams on the brakes; both occupants lurch forward as the car’s front bumper kisses the gate)
            Friend 2: That was too close.
            Friend 1: Nonsense – if it’d been a grenade, then that would’ve been too close.  (Peers over the steering wheel to look up and down the tracks) Ugh, hate this crossing; train’s probably still at the station and we’re stuck waiting half a mile away when we could’ve kept going until it started moving again.  (Looks both ways again, then slowly starts to swerve around the gate) Let’s see….
            Friend 2: (Grabs the steering wheel to swerve the car back) Don’t you dare!  (The train passes them noisily) See!
            Friend 1: Sneaky little scamp.  (The gates lift and Friend 1 accelerates at high speed, pointing at the clock radio) Look at that!  Way late, all because of a stupid train!
            Friend 2: Not really that late; I doubt – (Sees flashing lights in the rearview mirror) Uh-oh.
          Friend 1: (Looks in the rearview mirror) Oh come on!  I’ve never been pulled over in my entire life!
            Friend 2: Now I know you’re lying.
            Friend 1: You’re just jealous.
            (They pull over and wait for the police officers to approach)
            Police Officer: License and registration.
            Friend 1: Here you go.  (Places them in the Police Officer’s gloved hand)
            Police Officer: (Gives them to partner to check) You know you two are out past curfew?
          Friend 1: Oh yes, Officer, but you see – (Uses two fingers to pull a badge out from a coat pocket and hand it over) I work at a hospital.
            Police Officer: (Examining badge) Well then, let us give you an escort there.
            Friend 1: Oh, that’s not – (Friend 2 pinches Friend 1’s arm) toooo inconvenient for you?
        Police Officer: Not at all; it’s in the area.  (Partner hands back the license and registration and whispers in the other’s ear; Police Officer hands them back to Friend 1) Congratulations on never having had an accident or being pulled over before, by the way.
           Friend 1: Awesome.  (Waits for them to get back into their car before slowly driving back onto the main road)
            Friend 2: Why didn’t you just tell them we got stuck with the food and the train?
            Friend 1: That’s too convoluted; it sounds shady.
            Friend 2: Still, I can’t believe you just lied TO THE POLICE!
            Friend 1: I didn’t lie!  I do work at the hospital.
            Friend 2: You work days!  In Admitting!
            Friend 1: Don’t be a snob; we’re all part of the same team.
            Friend 2: Whatever; you still weren’t on your way to work now!
           Friend 1: Is it my fault they took it that way?  We’ll just have to go inside for 10 minutes or so, and if we get stopped again we can say we just ended our shift there.
            Friend 2: You can say whatever you want; I’m your hostage right now, so maybe I’ll say that.
            Friend 1: If it pleases you.
            (They park in the hospital lot and meet the police officers at the entrance)
            Police Officer: (To Friend 1) So, which department do you work in?
            Friend 1: Admitting… in the Emergency Department.
            Police Officer: Oh good, that’s right here.
            Friend 1: Indeed it is.
           Friend 2: (Muttering to Friend 1) Can you admit me right now?  What am I gonna tell them, that I’m just gonna sit here for eight hours until your shift ends?!
            Friend 1: You’re a very dedicated friend.
            (They enter and approach the front desk)
            Welcome Ambassador: (To Friend 1) Oh hey, what are you doing here at this time of –
            Friend 1: Yeah that’s great see ya!  (Uses badge to enter the Emergency Department; the other three wait at those doors while Friend 1 rushes ahead to one of the physicians at the main desk) Hey doc, really quick –
            Physician: Oh hey, what are you doing here at this time of –
           Friend 1: No time for that: got stuck out past curfew, can you tell those two cops over there that I didn’t have to come in tonight?
            Physician: But you don’t work in this department.
            Friend 1: (Through gritted teeth) Doc!
           Physician: Oh, gotcha.  (They walk over to the other three) Hello, I was just telling this team member they didn’t have to come in tonight.
            Friend 1: Aw nuts, and I got pulled over and everything!
            Police Officer: Too bad about the wasted trip.  You live far away from here?
            Friend 1: Less than 10 minutes.
            Physician: Wow.  I commute almost an hour each way.
          Police Officer: We appreciate everything you do, Doctor.  (To Friend 1) You shouldn’t get stopped again, but give them my badge number to call me if you do on the way home; we have to get back to our rounds.  (To Friend 2) You two live together?
            Friend 2: I guess tonight we do.
            Police Officer: Smart move.
            (All four walk back to the parking lot and drive away in their respective cars)
            Friend 2: I can’t believe you asked that nice doctor to lie for you.
          Friend 1: It was not a lie, how many times do I have to – (Loud noise as the right rear tire blows out) Oh for the love of Peter and Paul!
            (They pull over and both get out of the car; Friend 1 kicks the flat tire a few times)
            Friend 2: Don’t you have a spare?
            Friend 1: This is the spare!
            Friend 2: You really are hopeless.
            Friend 1: (Trying cell phone) And of course the battery’s dead!
            Friend 2: You have a charger?
          Friend 1: At home, because we weren’t going to be out this late!  Can I use your phone?
            Friend 2: I… forgot to bring it.
           Friend 1: Well that’s a set of conveniently inconvenient circumstances!  (Turns to the nearest house and walks up the front steps; no lights are on, inside or outside)
          Friend 2: (Scrambling up the steps behind Friend 1) What are you doing?!  It could be the plague house in there!
            Friend 1: (Bangs on the front door) I don’t see a giant red cross on the door, do you?
            Friend 2: Fine; then they could just be plain old psychopaths.
            Friend 1: Nothing ventured!
            (The door opens)
            Occupant: (Stares at them warily from the darkened interior) What’s the password?
            Friend 1: What?
          Occupant: Eh – close enough.  (Drags them both inside, kicks the door closed, and shoves them down the basement stairs; they stop midway and see a brightly lit rave is being held there)
            Friend 2: What on Earth is this?!
          Occupant: (Rushes past them to grab drinks from the DJ playing at a bar) Welcome to the party, dudes!  We’re not letting The Man tell us not to gather in groups of 10 or more!
            Group of More Than 10: No, sir!
            Occupant: (Holds out two drinks to Friends 1 and 2) Shots?
         Friend 1: While I admire your spirit and sense of hospitality, we’ll just enjoy your public statement from our spot way over here.  (To Friend 2) Got a ruler on you?  I can’t tell how far away 6 feet is.
            Friend 2: (Holding one hand over mouth and nose) Not far enough away from you!  (Turns to run upstairs right as the front door bursts open; a figure in a hazmat suit appears at the top of the stairs)
            Hazmat Suit 1: Police!  This is a stupid-people raid!
            Group of More Than 10: Aaahhh!!!  It’s The Man!
         (A loud record scratch is heard as everyone below lunges for the tiny basement windows to crawl out; more police in hazmat suits run past Friends 1 and 2 to corral the partygoers)
            Occupant: (Hauled away while still holding the shot glasses) Cool, this really is The Roaring 20s all over again.
            (Friends 1’s and 2’s shoulders each get a hazmat glove clamped on them)
            Hazmat Suit 2: You’re coming with us.
            Friend 1: Is it to the hospital?  (Pulls out badge) `Cause I work there –
            Friend 2: Oh knock it off!
            (In the back of a squad car, Friends 1 and 2 sit on plastic sheeting and are wearing masks)
            Friend 1: You think they’ll let me call a mechanic to fix my tire by the time they let us out?  (Friend 2 glares) Just saying, could’ve had it done by now if you’d brought your phone.
            Friend 2: Don’t breathe in my direction.  (Turns away to stare out the window)
            Friend 1: (Turns to stare out the other window) This is the worst birthday ever.

Thursday, February 27, 2020

Story 330: Trying a New Sleep Schedule


          (In a department store, Coworker 2 is yawning at the customer service desk as Coworker 1 arrives)
            Coworker 1: Gooooood morning!  And how are we this fine day?
            Coworker 2: (Blinks groggily at Coworker 1) I’m sorry, did you come to the right building?
            Coworker 1: Silly-billy!  (Inhales deeply and exhales resoundingly) Ahhhh, isn’t it such a joy to be alive?  (Begins sorting through reshelves that are piled in large towers around them)
           Coworker 2: Are you sure you know you’re at work and not, I don’t know, the Bahamas, or the Alps, or the amusement park?  The store just opened and we’re already 10 years behind in projects, plus we have to start prepping for inventory at some point this afternoon, or did you forget that monstrosity as well?
           Coworker 1: Oh, inventory: what a great process to ensure our records match up with our stock.  (A bus-load of children enter the store) Oooh, young ones!  How their enthusiasm and destructive behavior revitalize my soul!
           Coworker 2: (Grabs items out of Coworker 1’s hands and slams them messily onto the counter) All right, spill it: did you take something before you clocked in today?  As in, something harmfully joy-inducing?
             Coworker 1: Whatever do you mean, ol’ chum of mine?
            Coworker 2: You’re never this happy when you’re here, and all of a sudden you’re treating this place like it’s Heaven.  And we are not friends, at all – you barely say “Hi” and “Bye” to me each day, and the feeling’s mutual.  Are you dying and just now appreciating life in all its glory?
          Coworker 1: Wow, that took a turn – no, I just feel so much better after doing an experiment during my days off this week.
            Coworker 2: An experiment-al substance?
            Coworker 1: Ew, no.  Look, you know pretty much everybody sleeps terribly, right?
            Coworker 2: I’d be the first to say “Yes”: I could keel over right now, but I’d probably whack my head on the counter on the way down.
           Coworker 1: Yeah, we all stay up way too late or have obstructed breathing or watch blue light way too long or all these things combined, so we don’t recharge our batteries properly and leave the door wide open for all sorts of other illnesses and conditions to just waltz on in.  Not to mention our productivity’s out the window, but I don’t really care about that part.
            Coworker 2: (Prolonged yawn) Sorry, I’m actually listening and that’s what inspired me.  So what’d you do?
            Coworker 1: So, these past few days, I finally told myself that enough was too much, and I completely changed my sleep schedule.
           Coworker 2: Oh, you mean you actually go to bed at a decent time and sleep the recommended seven-and-a-half-to-eight hours a night?
            Coworker 1: Better: I read an article that said that sleeping eight hours straight is unnatural and only came about because of the longer working hours during the Industrial Revolution, and we should be more like cats and sleep at intervals throughout the day instead.  So, now I’m a polyphasic sleeper and nap for 30 minutes every six hours, and I’ve never felt better in my entire life.
          Coworker 2: Wow, that’s… really impractical.  How do you get anything done if you keep having to stop to nap?
            Coworker 1: Surprisingly easily, considering that I’m now awake 22 hours a day.  It just takes a little creativity, and everything falls into place.  I nap, wake up, do what I have to do for hours, nap again, wake up again, on and on.  And I feel absolutely refreshed each and every time.
            Coworker 2: Yeah, but what if you’re out somewhere doing… something?  Or here, even: your shift’s eight hours long!
            Coworker 1: Way ahead of you: I arranged with management to stick my meal break at the end of my shift, so when I’m done I’ll go nap in the car and the manager’ll clock me out later.
            Coworker 2: I guess, but won’t you get hungry if you don’t stop to actually eat?  And that also doesn’t seem safe – have you seen who hangs out in the parking lot here?
            Coworker 1: It’s OK: when I set the alarm, the outside of the car’s electrified.
            Coworker 2: What?
           Coworker 1: I also locate perfect napping locations wherever I go now, too – I really should also locate at least two exits, but I can’t retain that much information.
           Coworker 2: I don’t know, this doesn’t seem sustainable in the long run.  What if you can’t fall asleep right away, and blow past your 30 minutes – or your body really does need more than two hours of sleep a day?!
            Coworker 1: I fall asleep at the drop of a hat, and you can’t argue with the results!  (There is a loud crash towards the back of the store, followed by multiple sets of tears) Aw, a crisis – I’ll get it!  (Skips away)
          Coworker 2: (Slumps across the counter and yawns again) Still think you’re on something.

2:00 A.M. THE FOLLOWING DAY

            Coworker 2: (Awoken by the phone ringing, fumbles with the bedside lamp and phone, then answers) Buh-lo?
          Coworker 1: Howdy-howdy-howdy!  I just had a brainstorm for how we can handle the clearance displays later this week – want to meet up for coffee to go over all that?
            Coworker 2: …Now?
            Coworker 1: No time like the present! 
            Coworker 2: But I’m presently sleeping.
           Coworker 1: Not anymore!  Now you can try out my theory and see how much better you’ll feel all the rest of your days!
            Coworker 2: You woke me up during a dream where my celebrity crush was holding my hand and telling me everything was going to be OK.  I felt so at peace with the world.
            Coworker 1: And?
            Coworker 2: And now I hate you forever.  Also, I think you should check with a doctor before embarking on such a drastic health regime.  And on that note, I will forgive you for your dream interruption if you forgive me for – (Disconnects the call)
         Coworker 1: (Also disconnects, and resumes yoga practice) All visionaries encounter resistance.