Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Telephone poles at dusk

Dr. F., as I shall refer to her, is rather uptight about some things. She has very strict rules on days that she brings patients to class (all common sense, I might add).

Rule #1: Do NOT arrive late. If you do, that's fine, just go and sit in the projector booth in the back of the classroom so you don't disturb everyone when you enter.

Rule #2: Do NOT eat food in your seat. Eating a Big Breakfast from McDonalds might seem disrespectful as a patient describes how his life was ruined.

Rule #3: Do NOT wear shorts to class. Looking like you just came from the beach is not a good idea.

Today we had a lecture about diabetes. Dr. F. brought one of her patients to class (an 11 year old boy and his mother), and he told us about his disease, how he was diagnosed at 2, how he checks his blood sugar 4-5 times a day, etc.

The day before, Dr. F. sent us all an email reminding us of the patient presentation, and of the rules. Right before class, she reminded us again about not eating.

About 15 minutes into the class, Veronica walked into the classroom, loudly opening the doors. She sat down, ruffled through her bag, pulled out a bunch of food, and started to eat it. I kind of wish it had been summer so Veronica would have completed the triad.

Dr. F. Looked like her head would explode. She walked behind the patient (so he couldn't see her) and pointed towards Veronica, shaking her outstreached index finger as she mouthed "Put it away! Put it away NOW!"

One classmate later described this as the scene in Indiana Jones where you look into the gates of hell and simply incinerate.

After class Dr. F. Pulled Veronica aside, and it wasn't pretty.

I didn't feel bad for Veronica for being a dumbass until I saw her crying four hours afterwards.



I find the black and white image creepy, yet beautiful for some reason.



Shot through a Celestron C90 1000mm f11 lens. The poles are at least a quarter mile away.

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