Today’s prompt was:
I can’t tell you how many Asian patients I had who, upon hearing my name, said — “Ahh, like Hilary Clee-ton”. Yes, just like her. Just like twins sisters, we just SO MUCH ALIKE.
But, if I had to choose a new name I never could. I can barely name my own children. Knowing all my inner thoughts would overwhelm me, so I’d stick with Hilary. Unless I could go Native American — then I’d be Thrifty Bean Sprout Typer or something like that.
I once delivered a ****** ***. Seriously, that was the baby’s name (I had it typed, but I worried it was a HIPPA violation, as I am guessing this is the only one out there… first name referred to their size, second named referred to a general term for insect). Too bad I didn’t name any of my kids “you drive me freaking well insane.” They’d go by “You”, of course.