Routine day at the office as I was flipping through a thick pile of green folders and white papers when Dr. B walked in with his usual smirk of sarcasm. After the formal ethnic introductions and the complaints of the distance we had just finished traveling, he dared venture over the topic of religion.
“so are you very religious? ”
“yes, I am.”
“wait, are you very religious or very spiritual?”
“I am very religious”
“So you believe that I am going to go to hell?”
I looked up with a smile on my face…”yes, I believe you will go to hell”
Then with a look of surprise and disbelief, he uttered: “So why are you not trying to save me then? If I were to see a person trying to jump off a building and if I knew he was going to hit the floor and die, I would not care what the media said…what people said…I would be running to pull him back…and save him…I mean..why are you not trying to save me?…I just don’t understand…Well…you don’t even know my middle name or my favorite color..but that’s besides the point…”
I briefly assumed silence and then asked with a smile..”tell me your middle name and your favorite color.”
He laughed and shared with me his personal information at once to allow me to become his savior.
“Tell me what you would do in this case..doc. You walk into the room of a 73 year old male with blood pressure of 248 / 120..alert and oriented to person, place, and time….what is your plan of action? ”
“He is in hypertensive crisis. Send him to ER for observation after dispensing him antihypertensives”
“patient refuses both the medication and hospital..now what do you do? ”
“Well…” and he smiles and nods his head..”patient is alert and oriented enough to make his decision…I cannot do anything….”
“We have a crisis at hand Dr. B….what should I do?!” and we both laughed as I headed out the conference room to return the paperwork.
“Hey, have you ever had your IQ checked? ” The man is full of insinuations, but I took that one as a compliment for time’s sake.