Friday, November 30, 2007
Elmo, the Smoking Muppet
Sometimes my patients will bring their kids along to their appointments, life being what it is; and understanding that sometimes you just gotta bring your kids along, I am generally okay with that. Once in a while I will be cursed with a kid who is convinced that this is all a plot and Mommy isn't the patient and I am going to stick them with a huge needle when they least expect it, and they shriek at the top of their lungs all through the visit (Reason #1 why I didn't go into Peds: crying kids), but usually all goes well. Today it went well.
"The doctor's going to examine you in a minute, honey. Can you say aahhh? Just like the doctor did with Elmo?" My patient's two-year-old daughter beamed, opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out as far as it would go.
"We watched a video yesterday where Elmo goes to the doctor," my patient explained. "I thought it would help get us through the visit." She continued in a singsong voice, half to me, half to her daughter: "And the doctor took Elmo's blood pressure and told him he was fine, but Elmo still had to get a shot."
"And then the doctor told Elmo to quit smoking," I contributed.
My patient laughed. "Yes, that explains his voice! It's the smoking!"
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