That Figures...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater
On a day, just a day, quite like any other, Geoff was taken to hospital with pain in his lower back.
After carefully feeling each joint and calmly commenting on the absence of inflammation in the knees, ankles, wrists and fingers, the young doctor suddenly became visibly puzzled after she asked to see my husband's palms.
She left the room and returned with another physician who also appeared mystified as both inspected the skin located at the base of my husband's fingers. Cautiously, the resident explained that she and her colleague were perplexed by what they saw.
My husband glanced down at his hands and smiled.
"Those," he said, "are calluses".
No... really.
On a day, just a day, quite like any other, Geoff was taken to hospital with pain in his lower back. Thinking it might be a form of arthritis, a resident doctor, training to become a rheumatologist, performed an examination.
After carefully feeling each joint and calmly commenting on the absence of inflammation in the knees, ankles, wrists and fingers, the young doctor suddenly became visibly puzzled after she asked to see my husband's palms.
She left the room and returned with another physician who also appeared mystified as both inspected the skin located at the base of my husband's fingers. Cautiously, the resident explained that she and her colleague were perplexed by what they saw.
My husband glanced down at his hands and smiled.
"Those," he said, "are calluses".
No... really.