All is cool in the DM household, including AngelBaby. And even in the throes of fever, he was cool enough to insist on trying on his new sun-protection suit and sunglasses:
I keep hearing that Pink Floyd song in my head, Comfortably Numb – you know, “When I was a child, I had a fever / My hands felt just like two balloons.” (Not the Scissor Sisters version, though I like that one too.) I’m not sure if AB hallucinated, but from the looks of him I wouldn't be surprised.
My mom is the coolest one. She came last-minute, on her birthday, for crying out loud, to help out, and she was amazing. Some day I’ll have to blog about my mother.
So I heard a pretty good dumb patient story just today. One of my colleagues does travel medicine, meaning she sees people who are about to go abroad and counsels them on vaccinations, malaria prophylaxis, etc. Of course, one of her first questions is “where are you traveling?” Today she saw a guy who answered rather pompously, “Well, that’s confidential.”
“I’m involved in celebrity transport. I could be going anywhere. You’d better just give me everything.”
“Smallpox? Really? You’re traveling where there are outbreaks of smallpox?” she asked disingenuously.
“Oh yes,” he said. “In Russia, you know. And the Ukraine.”
So she told him that she actually couldn’t give him smallpox, but that if necessary, he should contact the CDC. He nodded importantly.
“And will you be traveling to Sub-Saharan Africa?” she asked.
“Definitely,” he said. “I’ll be accompanying [famous movie star] to South Africa.”
“Well, you’re right, technically that is below the Sahara,” she said, “but usually we classify it as Southern Africa, which is a bit different.”
“I know,” he said. “And really you don’t need to worry there anyway, because it’s a British colony.”
“Um, well …”
Finally he said, “Oh, also give me rabies.”
“Yes, because I’ll be traveling with [famous rock band].”
“And will they be biting you?” she asked.