DC1346
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On Tuesday, a colleague at my school began a short period of medical leave that will last through the rest of this week. She had an exploratory done on her knee to see if she would need surgery because her knee has been troubling her.
I took her some food on Monday ... meatloaf with brown gravy, mashed potatoes and grilled vegetables, shrimp pasta Alfredo, and Cordon Bleu with stuffed pasta.
Today my department chair came to see me after school. He told me that Sharon had called to say that she's doing great.
I gave him a blank look. "Who's Sharon?"
"Sharon! You know Sharon! She's the art teacher."
"Oh. Okay."
"You gave her 6 to-go boxes of food."
I nodded.
"She wanted me to tell you that she loved the meals."
I nodded.
"Didn't you get my message?"
"What message?"
"I called you ... last night."
"Oh ... my phone was turned off. It's almost always off."
"I left you voice mail."
"Right. I never check my voice mail because my phone is off."
"Ah-hah ... well ... did you know that Sharon was a little upset with you?"
"Upset?" I raised an eyebrow. "I thought you told me that she loved my meals."
"Yes, but when you delivered them, did you have a talk?"
I shrugged. "Maybe."
"What did she say?"
I thought about it. "She thanked me for the meals."
My department chair gave me an encouraging nod.
"She told me that I was a dear, sweet man."
He nodded again.
"And she told me that she was scared."
"And what did you do?"
"I asked her why she was scared and she told me that she was scared of going under the knife because she might die on the operating table."
"Uh-huh."
"I pointed out that this was a standard out patient treatment and that her fear was illogical because it was a routine procedure."
"But don't you think that she needed some reassurance?"
"For what?"
"Don't you think she wanted to hear you tell her that everything would be alright?"
I gave the department chair a blank look. "But I am not a medical professional. I could not guarantee that everything would be alright. Statistically speaking, everything SHOULD have been alright ... but how could I promise her an outcome that was beyond my ability to control?"
My colleague went on to explain that sometimes people need to be reassured.
I did not understand his point of view because to me this was patently illogical.
I do not understand why the art teacher ... I am given to understand that her name is Sharon ... required reassurance from me when I was not the one who would be performing this procedure. If she required reassurance, she should have talked to her doctor or perhaps her priest or pastor if she was truly concerned about dying.
I am not a medical professional. I am a chef instructor. I do not understand why the department chair thought that I might have been more supportive. I thought I was being supportive. I gave her 6 to-go boxes of ready to eat meals. I also offered to carry the meals to her vehicle.
I feel somewhat badly that the art teacher was upset but do not understand why she was seeking reassurance from me when I was clearly not a medical professional. I was also not her spiritual adviser (assuming she has any religious convictions) nor was I a licensed therapist.
Although I was reasonably sure that the procedure was safe since this was only an examination as opposed to an actual unicompartmental knee arthoroplasty which has a success rate of just over 90%, I observed that the statistical odds of anything bad happening were incredibly unlikely ... but insofar as I am not a doctor or an actuary, I could not guarantee that everything would be alright. I therefore suggested that she talk to her doctor about her concerns. I then wished her well and fled because I was uncertain as to whether or not she was about to cry. Since I do no enjoy close personal contact (especially with someone who is crying and getting me wet with tears), I also had no interest in hugging her.
I took her some food on Monday ... meatloaf with brown gravy, mashed potatoes and grilled vegetables, shrimp pasta Alfredo, and Cordon Bleu with stuffed pasta.
Today my department chair came to see me after school. He told me that Sharon had called to say that she's doing great.
I gave him a blank look. "Who's Sharon?"
"Sharon! You know Sharon! She's the art teacher."
"Oh. Okay."
"You gave her 6 to-go boxes of food."
I nodded.
"She wanted me to tell you that she loved the meals."
I nodded.
"Didn't you get my message?"
"What message?"
"I called you ... last night."
"Oh ... my phone was turned off. It's almost always off."
"I left you voice mail."
"Right. I never check my voice mail because my phone is off."
"Ah-hah ... well ... did you know that Sharon was a little upset with you?"
"Upset?" I raised an eyebrow. "I thought you told me that she loved my meals."
"Yes, but when you delivered them, did you have a talk?"
I shrugged. "Maybe."
"What did she say?"
I thought about it. "She thanked me for the meals."
My department chair gave me an encouraging nod.
"She told me that I was a dear, sweet man."
He nodded again.
"And she told me that she was scared."
"And what did you do?"
"I asked her why she was scared and she told me that she was scared of going under the knife because she might die on the operating table."
"Uh-huh."
"I pointed out that this was a standard out patient treatment and that her fear was illogical because it was a routine procedure."
"But don't you think that she needed some reassurance?"
"For what?"
"Don't you think she wanted to hear you tell her that everything would be alright?"
I gave the department chair a blank look. "But I am not a medical professional. I could not guarantee that everything would be alright. Statistically speaking, everything SHOULD have been alright ... but how could I promise her an outcome that was beyond my ability to control?"
My colleague went on to explain that sometimes people need to be reassured.
I did not understand his point of view because to me this was patently illogical.
I do not understand why the art teacher ... I am given to understand that her name is Sharon ... required reassurance from me when I was not the one who would be performing this procedure. If she required reassurance, she should have talked to her doctor or perhaps her priest or pastor if she was truly concerned about dying.
I am not a medical professional. I am a chef instructor. I do not understand why the department chair thought that I might have been more supportive. I thought I was being supportive. I gave her 6 to-go boxes of ready to eat meals. I also offered to carry the meals to her vehicle.
I feel somewhat badly that the art teacher was upset but do not understand why she was seeking reassurance from me when I was clearly not a medical professional. I was also not her spiritual adviser (assuming she has any religious convictions) nor was I a licensed therapist.
Although I was reasonably sure that the procedure was safe since this was only an examination as opposed to an actual unicompartmental knee arthoroplasty which has a success rate of just over 90%, I observed that the statistical odds of anything bad happening were incredibly unlikely ... but insofar as I am not a doctor or an actuary, I could not guarantee that everything would be alright. I therefore suggested that she talk to her doctor about her concerns. I then wished her well and fled because I was uncertain as to whether or not she was about to cry. Since I do no enjoy close personal contact (especially with someone who is crying and getting me wet with tears), I also had no interest in hugging her.