I have posters on the walls of the room where I do ultrasounds. Several posters are of outer space – the Andromeda galaxy, the moon, and star formations photographed by the James Webb space telescope.
One day, I was scanning a woman who seemed a little off. When she spoke, her eyes darted around wildly. She looked at the posters and said, “Yeah, He’s up there. He knows everything you do. You know, I’ve had stars talk to me recently.”
What could I say but, “Oh, really?” I didn’t want to encourage her to expand on this topic because I was trying to begin the exam. But she had other ideas.
“Do you pray often?” I started to say that I hug trees, and hiking in forests is like praying, but she interrupted me and answered her own question. “I see, you don’t pray as much as you’d like to?”
“Mmhmm.” I was really just wanting her to fall asleep soon with the warm gel and the low lighting and leave me to do my job in peace.
“I live in the past, the present, and the future, you know.”
At this point I began to think that this quirky human specimen was striving for a crappy exam and couldn’t give a rat’s ass whether she had any circulation problems. She just wanted me to know that mentally, she was otherworldly.
“I went to the bank one day, and there were no cubicles in the room. The next week I went back to the bank, and it was full of desks divided by cubicles. I asked the bank teller, ‘Why did the bank build all these new cubicles?’
The teller claimed that the cubicles had been there for forty years and that they weren’t new at all. So that’s how I know I’ve lived in the distant past last week and the present this week.”
When I retold this story to a coworker, she quipped, “No, no! She’s not a time traveler. She probably just visited a different bank the second time around.”
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