Doctor, we can’t read your writing
“Dr. Fraser, the pharmacy is on the phone for you. Line one.”
I answer the call, pressing the gray, rectangular button with one hand while writing in a patient’s chart with the other.
“Sarah Fraser speaking.”
“Oh, hi, Doctor, we just got in a prescription of yours, but we are not quite sure what it says.” The pharmacist is gentle in her words.
It was the first time this had happened. I’d promised myself …