The Last Day Again

It was again my last day of medical school. My last patient, an older grey-haired lady, was waiting in the room with her sister. They were holding many thick medical charts and were drawing diagrams and charts on a blackboard about her disease.

I came into the room to learn that the patient had a deletion on the short arm of chromosome 15 and this was affecting her blood, or something. I had no idea what was going on. I just said hello, tried to be nice, and left the room. I walked down a fire escape and starting jumping around because it was my last day of medical school!