Second clinical experience, a second to remember some great wisdom

My second hospital visit was not all that memorable. I did rediscover a problem I remembered from my days of volunteering in the ER: Standing around all day is unpleasant. I keep thinking there is some secret club of doctors and nurses who have found the “uber-shoe” that makes standing around interviewing patients for hours more enjoyable than soaking your toes in cool lake on a hot day. Still no luck finding the comfort cult. Let me know if you hear any chanting in your local hospital, “We love our shoes, our shoes are our pals”

There is a certain type of person that tends to reject everyone else’s ideas while simultaneously rejecting all attempts to constructively suggest (I’m serious) that they might, in fact, be mistaken in this case. I heard once that in Japan among social equals it is rude to tell someone that they are wrong. The common response to something incorrectly spoken is to rely, “That is also an answer.”

I met someone this week who is the often the “certain type of person”. In the moment I let it bother me, but now I remember some my father told me once:

“Son, sometimes you have to let some people be right, because for some people that’s all they have.”