It's seems fairly interesting that almost every surgeon I have worked with on my medical school rotations has bordered on having severe personality "defects," as I like to call them. I have become accustomed to being largely ignored or bitched at. Today I was honored with special attention. The surgeon looked directly at me in the middle of a gyne surgery, and stared closely at the photo on my ID.
"You look so different in that picture," he says.
"Good, I hate this photo."
"No, you look cute... but you don't look like that anymore"
Silence
"Thanks?"
"You look like you lost weight... you should really gain that back."
"Ok, I guess I'll work on that."
"You really should."
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