Great post by
Dr. Charles:
The Charles Sign
He was strong like the others. A thick neck. A scar on his forehead. Knuckles that squeezed my hand like a nutcracker. �How�s it goin�?� he asked.
�Good, good. Nice to meet you,� I said.
I heard his neck cracking as he rolled it right, back, left, center. �Do I need bloodwork today?� he asked in a gruff voice, the muscles of his mandible clenching like accessory biceps. Even his face was ripped.
�Yeah, usually we do bloodwork for new patients,� I said in my lower voice, the one reserved for alpha males. It is a good octave lower than the one I use for frail old ladies.
The man�s spine straightened. He cracked his knuckles. Suddenly he looked queasy. �I freakin� hate needles, man.�
We talked about his past medical history, his father�s heart disease, his mother�s depression. He denied having any symptoms. Of anything. No headaches. No dizziness. No tingling. No problems with peeing or pooping. Not even an occasional headache.
�I do get some pain in my right shoulder,� he finally recalled. �Old hockey injury, you know?�
I knew. I started blabbing about hockey. He blabbed back. The blabbing was good. Manly good.
Read the rest of
his post for a great story.
The Charles Sign reads as follows:
All male patients who�ve spent any significant time playing football, have a neck size greater than 17 (due to muscle not fat), enjoy riding Harley motorcycles with loud exhaust systems while wearing black leather jackets emblazoned with images of death/skulls/ and/or winged beasts, or whose general outward projection of identity could constitute that of an alpha male ― MUST LIE DOWN TO PREVENT FAINTING. Thank you.
Heh...
Haven't fainted yet but I share the guy's love of needles.
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