Wednesday, April 28, 2004
( 9:24 AM ) teahouse
Tighten Those Muscles
Yesterday I was walking down Fifth Avenue, when I saw someone I knew jogging up the street. It was my doctor. My ob/gyn.
It was weird to see her in a different context. Usually when I see her, she's in a white coat and I'm lying on the examination table, my legs in the stirrups, and we're talking about Pap smears.
But yesterday she was wearing an old, ratty jogging suit, and looked like any other runner. She didn't seem to be in great shape, she was huffing and puffing.
I thought about shouting out to her, "Hey, Dr. S! How ya doing?"
But then I thought better of it. After all, would she really recognize me?
She probably recognizes her patients based on other parts of their bodies besides their faces. #