My life as a Malaysian doctor in the United States.
Sunday, February 05, 2012
I wasn't sure if she liked me, or hated me:
She brought a box of chocolates and a Thank You card a couple of days after her consultation for thyroid nodule at which I performed an ultrasound-guided biopsy.
She was Chinese, and our conversation shifted to the Chinese New Year. And so I casually mentioned,
"Oh yea, I was born in the Year of the Dragon..."
But I almost died at what she next said.
"Oh, were you born in 1952, then?"
Sigh. I know I don't age well. But 1952???