Why Is My Doctor Goofy?
One would think that most of the goofy moments at a pediatrician’s office would come from the children. When it comes to my office, however, these moments are just as likely to come from me. Ever since I was a child I have had a special talent in “goofy.”
Once at around age 9 or so I was at the public library in my neighborhood. I felt the need to go to the bathroom and raced away into a stall. While I was in the stall, the bathroom’s main door opened, and in walked a pair of heels (which I could see under the door of the stall). Thirty seconds later, another pair of heels walked in and the two women began talking to each other. I was in the women's bathroom. Being an anxious kid anyway, I devolved into a state of panic, and made sure to raise my feet off the ground so no one could see my Airwalks. As soon as the bathroom was once again empty, I sprinted for the door (this is a poor example of handwashing coming from a pediatrician), and ran for the history section because I knew that would likely be empty.On way or another, that same embarrassed child I used to be wound up working with children. You would think that these goofy moments would fade in the serious world of a professional. Once in a while though, that same goofy kid shows his face again. I was trying to ask a family at work if their toddler drank from a sippy cup. Unfortunately, I was doing this in Spanish and instead of using the word for small cup “vasito," I used the word “basura," which means trash can. So if anyone asks, yes it’s true, I asked a family if their child was drinking from the trash can.
|This has nothing to do with this blog- Photo by Me!|
This past week I was seeing a 9 year old with headaches. Naturally, I wanted to make sure there wasn’t a sinus problem, and so I put my hands on the child’s cheek. After I removed my hand there was large black fingerprints on his face. Unbeknownst to even me, right before touching his face I had my hand in my pocket where one of my pens had leaked ink everywhere. I quickly apologized to the parents and told them I just gave their child his first tattoo (face tattoos are all the rage these days).Somewhere inside all of us is the child we used to be. Along the way towards becoming adults we somehow forget that dreamer of a kid we once were. As a child, I used to think the Chargers would one day win the Super Bowl, and apparently I used to also absentmindedly walk into the wrong bathroom. I am still that kid. I still think the Chargers will win the Super Bowl, and while I no longer walk into the wrong bathroom, I will accidentally smear ink on a child’s face. Here’s to the child in all of us!
|I got ink on this swan also- Photo by Me!|