The doctor was running late, and that made me all the more anxious — more time to think about why I was there in the first place.
Thirty minutes passed before he strolled into the (virtual) room. He’d just finished a procedure, and he was chipper. We’d never met, but he referred to my wife Amanda and soon-to-be-born daughter Olive like he knew them as he scanned my intake survey.
He was a bariatric surgeon with three decades of experience. He’d once laparoscopically removed a gallbladder from a Malayan sun bear, the first doctor to perform such an operation. Not relevant to my condition, necessarily, but pretty cool.