Hmmm. Okay, the ‘bizarre circumstances’. Okay; so I don’t violate the spirit of HIPAA, I’ll change some details in the Strange Case of Ms. P_____.
Ms. P_____, an aromatherapist entering early middle age, was clearly embarrassed at her surgery clinic appointment. Stylishly dressed and coiffed, elaborately made up, and fully tanned in February, she clearly invested a great deal of effort in her appearance. She told me that she was engaged to be married, and that she was concerned with the, uhm, aesthetic condition of certain parts of her body. Her fiance had not yet had occasion to see the parts in question, and she was adamant that we do something, as her ‘deformity (was) too horrible to contemplate’ (bonus points if you get that reference). Despite our assurances that she did not, in fact, have a deformity, and that all her parts were functional and within the range of normal, she insisted that something be done. Our attending surgeon was apparently in an odd mood that day, because he normally would have turned this sort of request down flat, but instead he said something to the effect of ‘yeah, I think we can do that. In fact, we can do it here in the office under local right now. Dr brossa, have you ever done one of these? I’ll walk you through it.’
At any rate, I’m soon performing an intimate cosmetic surgical procedure under local anesthetic, through a 4" hole in a sterile paper drape, sweating like craaaazy, entering a dissociative state as Ms P_____ chats with her boss on her cell phone, trying to reschedule her 4:00 client because her doctor’s appointment is running long. At the end, we bandage things up and set up a followup appointment for one week.
So, can you identify the question that we neglected to ask, that haunts me still?
That’s right, we didn’t ask when the wedding was going to be! Seven days later, she returns to clinic, nearly frantic, and shows us the surgical site, which was puffy and all the colors of the rainbow from fading bruises, as we would expect it to be at this point. Then she drops the bomb that her wedding is in THREE DAYS, and how can she ever…what will her husband think… oh God…
Man, it still makes me shudder. At least we used absorbable sutures, so no big knots were showing.