Just yesterday, I was at the washers doing my laundry when an old lady approached me and asked whether I was a doctor or not.
Perhaps, she saw my gown which is why she asked me that question.
Politely I said, “No ma’am. I’m a med student but I am hoping to become a doctor one day.”
The old lady smiled at me and apologized for her intrusion but I just told her I don’t mind her question. I felt proud to myself that I was mistaken as a doctor even though I am not one yet.
While waiting for my laundry, I had a short chat with the old lady. She told me many things about herself and asked some advice about health and other simple things people would ask from doctors or in my case a med student.
I had a great time with her.
She was a nice old lady and she reminded me of my grandmother… if I have one. My grandparents from both my mother and father’s side all died out when I was a baby. So basically, I never know the experience of having a dotting grandparent.
It turns out the old lady was my neighbor who lives a few blocks away and she lives with her son and his family. She just went to the laundromat to take care of her laundry. And since we are basically neighbors and we got to the same laundromat, I would surely see that nice lady more often.
Maybe next time I would give her a health journal. She might like it.