Friday, February 14, 2003
You knew this was coming.
Most blogs I have seen with this topic are either gooey-happy or bitter: I'm in the bitter camp. And then there's the occasional philosophical post about dating. Here's a very good one (via Instapundit).
I'm going to give you my most vivid Valentine's memory from a few years ago. It's medical, not romantic. Disclaimer: I'm not posting this because it's funny - it's not - but because it was one of those ironies that just hits you sometimes.
My first patient of the day. A woman whom I'd seen several times. Scarcely had I gotten inside the room when she burst into tears and told me her story: her husband had been caught on Sunset Boulevard with a prostitute. She wanted to be checked for "everything."
I counseled her as best I could, examined her and told her everything looked fine, and ran the tests. (Happy ending: everything was negative.) It was only as I was completing my progress note that I realized what day it was: February fourteenth. The moment I realized this, I got the sensation of icewater down my back.
That's it, really.
But just to let you know that I'm not completely twisted, I did bring valentines for the staff today.