Saturday, September 18, 2010
Time to laugh. I will tell the Beenis story. Ready?
A new patient called to make an appointment for his young son. The man was VERY hard to understand, Asian and I was having a lot of difficulty deciphering what he was trying to tell me.
I was able to finally understand that his son was 3 years old, and he looked in his mouth and thought he saw a cavity.
OK. This I can work with. So I need to get some information in order to put the patient into the computer. And this is where the story unfolds... last name is changed to protect the innocent... lol)
Me: May I have your name please?
Me: Wooo? Double U oh oh oh?
Him: No. WU. Double U U.
Me. Ah. Wu. May I have your son's name please?
(ready? Here's where it gets interesting)
Me: ..... nothing. I got nothing. I'm sitting there in stunned silence.
Me: (trying to hold back laughter) Can you spell that please?
Him: Bee. e. e. n. i. s.
Me: OHHHHH. B. BEENIS???
Him: Yes! Beenis.
So... shaking with laughter, I finish putting ol' Beenis into the computer, and making up a chart. Beenis has become the talk of the office, and we can't WAIT to meet this poor little boy with such a name.
Finally the day comes... and in walks this adorable little 3 year old... and his father hands me all the paperwork on him.
Yeah. It's not Beenis. It's DENNIS. (((sigh))) His chart forever remained Beenis... and my little sock monkey on my desk? I labeled him. He's Beenis.
SOMEBODY had to be Beenis.