“He gave me the look,” the patient said to my nurse as he walked out of the exam room.
My nurse laughed and said, “I had a feeling you’d get it today.”
What were they talking about? ”What look? I didn’t know I had a look!” I asked my nurse.
The patient tipped his chin down and looked at me over his glasses. My nurse laughed, pointing at the patient, “That one! Exactly! You give that look to me too!”
I was mystified. I don’t like lecturing people or acting like their parent. Patients do no harm to me when they gain weight, don’t take their medications, or eat a lot of Little Debbies. My job is not to get them to do everything I say, it is to give them enough information and motivation to do it for themself. I am the coach; they are the ones who have to go out on the field and play. I may be disappointed when they mess up, but it’s not my job to patronize them and wag my finger.
So I was vexed when I learned about “the look.” I’m honestly not sure how much of it is just a product of a guilty conscience on the parts of my nurse and the patient, but there is usually at least a grain of truth in this kind of revelation. I do know that I mysteriously intimidate new employees at our office. The longer-standing ones think this is funny – realizing the softie I really am.
I’m also not sure if it is so bad that they don’t want me to look at them over my glasses. I have had patients (and probably employees) assume my silence on an issue was a tacit approval. ”He never told me I shouldn’t smoke,” ”He never said I needed to lose weight.” I’ve had people use my lack of lecturing as an excuse to continue behavior they already know is bad for them.
I also never told them it was bad to hit themselves in the head with a hammer. I hope that omission isn’t resulting in head trauma.
I saw another patient recently, who said to me before I could sit, “I am sure you noticed I gained 6 pounds. Christmas and Valentine’s Day were bad for me.” I hadn’t had the chance to check the chart, but returned a remark about how there is a clear correlation between eating too much and gaining weight. I could tell he had a guilty conscience, so I didn’t say anything more.
As I wrapped up the visit he asked me, “Aren’t you going to say something about the six pounds I gained?”
I smiled, realizing that he was expecting “the look” from me. I told him that it was not good to gain weight and then looked at him over my glasses.
We’ll see how much power it has.
*This blog post was originally published at Musings of a Distractible Mind*