The
room contained four young Asian men and extra beds, on one of which lay my
patient looking miserable with a wet washrag on his forehead.
At
my first question, several pulled out Japanese-American phrase books, a bad
sign. It’s a fact that all Japanese study English in school, but all Americans
study American history, and how much do they learn?...
Answers
to my questions were on the order of “please perform a diagnostic evaluation”
or “the reading of the thermometer seems excessive.” I had reluctantly decided
to call their travel insurer’s 800 number (phone interpreting is tedious) when
the tour leader entered. His English was rudimentary, and, being Asian, he was
too polite to tell me when he didn’t understand, but I managed to confirm my
suspicion that the young man had influenza, not life-threatening but a terrible
illness for young people who take for granted they’ll never be ill.
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