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And, finally, the patients generally knew their diagnoses, and they might mention it, particularly if you walked in, sat down, and said heartily,"Well, how're you feeling today, Mr.Jones?"
"Much better today."
"What have the doctors told you about your illness?"
"Just that it's peptic ulcer."
But even if the patients didn't know their diagnoses, in a teaching hospital they had all been interviewed so many time before that you could tell how you were doing by watching their responses.
If you were on the right track, they'd sigh and say,"Everybody asks me about pain after meals," or "Everybody asks me about the color of my stools."
But if you were off track, they'd complain, "Why are you asking me this? Nobody else has asked this."
So you often had the sense of following a well-worn path.
"Go see Mr.Carey in room six; he has a good story for glomerulonephritis," the resident said.
My elation at being told the diagnosis was immediately tempered:"Infact, the guy's probably going to die."
Mr. Carey was a young man of twenty-four, sitting up in bed, playing solitaire.
He seemed healthy and cheerful.
In fact, the was so friendly I wondered why nobody ever seemed to go into his room.
Mr.Carey worked as a gardener on an estate outside Boston.
His story was that he had had a bad sore throat a few months before; he had seen a doctor and had been given pills for a strep throat, but he hadn'd taken the pills for more than a few days.
Some time later he noticed swelling in his body and he felt weak.
He laterlearned he had some disease of his kidneys.
Now he had to be dialyzed on kidney machines twice a week.
The doctors had said something about a kidney transplant, but he wasn't sure.
Meanwhile, he waited.
That was what he was doing now, waiting.
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