If you ever wondered what an experienced physician is thinking while examining your breasts, these pictures provide some hints.
The first time that I’d had a notably attractive person in my office, we had literally bumped into each other in the elevator just a few minutes before, without knowing that we were destined to meet. After the shock of recognition on my part & some cursory apologies, I did the predictable thing and looked… hard, just like the rest of the folks in the elevator (which had become eerily quiet). Walking a bit to the side of this surreal being in the corridor, I was busily in awe of long eyelashes and the perfect nose, thinking “Such killer abs!" Then we both turned into my clinic. I had to quickly abandon furtive assessment for an overt clinical stance– “Did I miss something? What could be wrong with this one?”
In such a reflexive manner is general fitness, a purposeful walk, and a fabulously toned behind transformed into mere clues to overall performance status in the continuing challenge presented by each patient. I don’t know if its dehumanizing, but each person across the clinic table intially presents a dominant agenda in the form of a challenge. A puzzle! Like the crosswords of The New York Times, they can then elicit excitement only in direct proportion to degree of difficulty and complexity of solution.