Diagnosis: Gay
By David O. Sullivan
Dr. Arthur Katsuyama, third generation Japanese-American, sat and listened with patience as Connie went on about her grandchildren. He needed to get her out of the office, having long ago settled her issues over a medication change. She was on too many she didn’t need. His mind shifted to calls he needed to return and pending patients.
“I’m boring you.” She announced.
“No, no.”
She cackled. “Yes, I am. I saw your eyes gloss over. I talk too much.” She stood, slowly got her coat on, and grabbed her purse. The old ones always moved slow. “You’re so polite to listen, and you have a full waiting room. Don’t worry, you’re young and will find your balance in the business end of medicine.”
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Garducci.”
“Nothing to be sorry for. I’m gratefu
