Feeling Elderly
I took the Princess to see the doctor the other day. The doctor was a lovely woman maybe ten years younger than me. “Hello” she said to us holding out her hand “I’m Deirdre.” Not Dr X? Not even a surname, for God’s sake? I am an island of formality adrift in an informal world.
I will be 41 next month, I think you can tell.
February 26th, 2010 at 22:31
I love that, actually. My major pet peeve is “Hello, Beth, I’m Dr. Jones.” I figure either I am Mrs. Bupkiss and you are Dr. Jones, or if I am Beth then at the very least you should be Dr. Amanda Jones.
Well, not you personally, obviously. Your name isn’t Amanda.
February 26th, 2010 at 23:36
I quite like the I am Dr. Jones and you are Mrs. Smith model. I do agree though that I am Dr. Jones and you are Amanda is quite wrong. Especially since, as you point out, neither of us is called Amanda.
February 28th, 2010 at 12:18
What would you think of ‘Dr Deirdre’? I wonder if your friend Pixie introduces herself to her patients as such.
March 1st, 2010 at 18:37
Re Dr Pixie: That’s what the narrator on Embarrassing Bodies calls her.
I have spent all afternoon being called Mrs MyName by my dentist. He is a student and is referred to by his first name, his senior clinician is Dr HerName. I find it both polite and professional.
March 1st, 2010 at 18:38
I feel I should add I am not 41.
March 2nd, 2010 at 14:23
You mere slip of a lass.
luv,
Great Aunt Pog x
March 4th, 2010 at 22:47
Sarah, almost nobody is.
How lovely to see you my favourite great aunt..