As I sit here enjoying my mandarin orange, I can't help but think of my favorite Canadian patient I saw the other day. His name is Tom* and he came to the center from southern Alberta. As soon as he stepped in the room I knew he was a die-hard-canuk. He entered my small examination room and immeditley the room smelt like an ice arena. You know, that smell of boys hockey gloves and the cold ice air... mmmm.. Canadian hockey. It didn't even bug me, it brought a smile to my face and a quick jog to 1997 Wolves games- they were so hot back then. Tim tells me that the only reason he wants surgery is to make his job of reff-ing hockey and his applicaion to the RCMP easier. He takes of his "Canada Hockey" hat to expose a freshly shaved bald head. So I guess he is missing the hockey hair, but my guess is that he had it back in the glory days, but the recessive hair line has been taking over. His contacts hadn't been out for 48 hours cause he had to reff a game and couldn't get anyone else to do it- his response "I knew I'd get in shit!" and then he read all the letters on the eye chart in army code. We continued with our small talk and it turns out he's from Grande Praire... my neck of the woods. I knew when he walked in and filled the room with that musty odor he just had to be from somewhere up north. There are so many things to enjoy in Canada at Christmas- mandarin oranges, the cold weather, hockey players, and snow. I think I am really starting to enjoy Canada.
*name has been changed
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