A 61 y/o male came in for a follow-up appointment.
Me: Good to see you. Anything new?
Patient: We've been doing a lot of traveling lately.
Me: That's excellent, do you go by car or do you have an RV?
Patient: We have an RV.
Me: That's great.
I then, for some reason, decided to go on a long tangent reminiscing about growing up with my Dad selling RV's, taking family trips in RV's, having a job cleaning the rental fleet, and how the gas crisis in the mid 1970's crushed the business for many years. I had a lot of fun talking about it. The patient didn't seem to mind.
Finally, I stopped to catch my breath.
Me: How did everything go with finding RV parks to stay at while you were traveling?
Patient: What do you mean?
Me: Didn't you need to plan ahead to make sure there would be an RV park whenever you stopped?
Patient: We would have if we took the RV. This last trip we went in my car, a new PT Cruiser. We stayed in hotels.
Me: oh...that's cool.
This was an immediate reminder why I'm always running late seeing patients. I've gotta stop talking so much!