Sounding Smart

Okay, I’m not a dumb person. I may act ditzy at times but, when I have to, I can switch on the smart vibe and have an intelligent conversation (unless it’s about politics – no idea what’s going on there). But there are limitations to my knowledge, as I would assume everyone experiences. I can talk about literature and literary theory all day and love it. But when I get thrown into a conversation with genius doctors and they bounce around stats and clinical terms? Chances are you’ll find me looking more like this:

I was in a meeting with these doctors the other day, and I literally have no idea what they were talking about. So you can imagine my surprise when I was asked for my input.

“Malory, what do you think?”
“Um…about the, uh, the issue at hand?”
“Yes, do you have any input?”
*sweet Lord in Heaven, someone save me*
“Sure…”

I went on about something – I literally can’t remember what – but they seemed happy. I thought I avoided disaster until my husband doctor asked to speak to me and my manager. Naturally, I assumed he wanted to ask me about entering in a romantic relationship with me, and needed to inform my boss.

I guess he hasn’t got up the nerve to ask me yet, though, because instead he mentioned that he wanted me to write something specifically related to my job, and he would send me the article that he wanted me to comment on.

I read the article. I have no idea what it said. Legit. The notes I made along the side are “families need more say” and “patients don’t die here”.

How I’m going to fake my way through this, I have no idea.

Love,

M