Doctor, I don’t feel like myself. What I think I remember was that I was a man named Sam, wasn’t I? But your records seem to say that I am a woman named Samantha who is being treated for disorientation?
Thank you for giving me a prescription that you are sure will make me feel better. I understand that it is a large dose to be taken orally once a day, each afternoon in your office. This medicine will help me focus on being Samantha. Thanks in advance for agreeing that you or one of your colleagues will come to my home each weekend to make sure that I do not miss a dose.
Why are you smiling and correcting me and saying “come at my home”?
