MICHELLE
(Entering patient's room)
Hello Mr. [Patient], I'm Dr. Au, I'm with the Pain Management team. Your surgeons called me
PATIENT
(Throwing head back on pillow in relief)
Oh, thank God you're here. I've been in so much pain, I can't even tell you.
MICHELLE
(Sitting down)
Why don't you tell me what's been going on?
PATIENT
OK, so here's the story. Back in 1972, I was--wait, are you a doctor?
MICHELLE
(Shows ID badge)
Yes, I'm Dr. Au, with Pain Management.
PATIENT
Oh, OK. Well, in 1972, I was in a car accident, and I fractured my femur.
Do you know what "the femur" is?
MICHELLE
Um. Yes.
PATIENT
OK, so I had surgery to repair my broken femur, which was--wait, are you a doctor?
MICHELLE
Yes.
MICHELLE'S INNER MONOLOGUE
What, do you want to see my diploma?
This happens to me, well, I wouldn't say a lot, but probably a few times a year. I don't know if it's because I look young (though I don't think I particularly do anymore, what with my HAGGARD DRAWN FACE of too much stress) or because I'm a woman, or because I'm Asian. Maybe it's just because it looks like I don't know what I'm doing.
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