Blast From the Past

Having grown up several hundred miles from the Big City, it's really only the occasional drunk student that I recognize in the ED. Last night, however, I had to do a double-take as I realized one of my freshman year chemistry professors had sat down to be triaged for a minor laceration. This guy was a fantastic teacher, and very well-liked by his students.

I don't know what scared him more - that a former student of his was now participating in his medical care, or how overly enthusiastic I must have seemed to him. Either way, it was clear he had absolutely no idea who I was. Regardless, it was still great to see him.