Only If You Are a Pathologist

This afternoon, I was headed out of my office to grab my afternoon coffee. I ran into a histotech, who had a slide tray in her hands. She stretched her arms out and handed it to me, beaming, full of official importance.

"Doctor, here is your herpes! It is finally ready! I can give it to you now, if you want it."

She was referring to an immunostain I ordered on an active esophagitis.

I doubled over with laughter. "I do, I do! I have been waiting for someone to tell me that my whole life!"

I know. I'm not very funny. It's a Monday following a vacation week. I'm sure you can think of a lot better responses. Still, I love that my job creates moments like this.