October 4, 2010

• Woah, Black Betty.

  I walk into the patients room, a young to middle aged black female with a pleasant smile on her face

  Dr J:”How are you feeling today Mrs X?”

  X: “Oh I’m just fine but betty isn’t doing too well”

  I think to myself what? who is betty? that’s not her name. is this a psych patient?

  Dr J: “What’s wrong with Betty?”

  X: “She’s just not putting out. She does that from time to time no matter how much I yell at her, and when Betty doesnt put out, I end up in the hospital”

  At this point I am thoroughly confused with perhaps the occasional rascist stereotype trying to edge it’s way in to my head.

  Dr J: I see. well, erm, where is betty right now?

   

  Patient lifts up her shirt and points to her colostomy. “Right here, doc. Where else would she be? That would be weird.”

  Yes Mrs X that would be weird indeed.

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