- Patient, after discussion about his genital herpes: “So if I’m not having an outbreak, I don’t have to tell anyone?” Me: “It can still be transmitted, so we would encourage you to talk to your partners about it.” Patient: “Oh, hell no. I’m not telling them anything.” Actual comment: “It would be nice and respectful of you to tell your partners.” TIC: “Dude, you’re an asshole and I wish I could violate HIPPA and warn every woman in this city to stay the hell away from you.”
- Patient, describing how she got so angry she squeezed a glass in her hand, broke it, cut herself on the shards and then sutured her own wound: “So I used a needle and thread to sew it up, but now my finger is numb down to my palm.” Actual comment: “If that ever happens again–and I hope it doesn’t–please go to the ER right away to get stitches. Have you talked to your therapist lately?” TIC: “That’s gross. And crazy.”
- Patient: “I’ve been drinking a lot of water today, because I have a drug test later. I’m trying to get the weed out of my system.” Me: “Do you know that it takes about a month to get marijuana out of your urine?” Patient: “Yeah.” Me: “When was the last time you smoked?” Patient: “Last night.” Me: “Um, okay. You might not test clean, then.” TIC: “You must be high right now if you think you’re going to pass a drug test today!”
I love your blog. When you get some time (I know you must be busy with the bebé!), please post more!