Apparently there are two Dr. Greens at that hospital

Alejandro goes to the doctor.
Photocredit: Octoclean

Our friend Alejandro is kind of a hypochondriac. Just because he freely admits it doesn't reduce the number of fatal maladies he may be suffering from at any given moment. Luckily, Alejandro's partner Bruce is a doctor who probably manages to prevent at least 50% of the unnecessary ER visits and batteries of bloodwork and nuclear scans. 

But this time, Alejandro was definitely going to see someone. 

For a few weeks, he'd been smelling smells that weren't there. Cigarette smoke mainly. He'd smell smoke, in the park say. He'd look around. No one smoking. Then he started to smell cigarette smoke in their apartment and other places where for sure there was no cigarette smoke.

Alejandro looked up 'phantom smells' on the internet. It could be a stroke. Maybe he had a stroke. Bruce said he had not had a stroke. Bruce talked Alejandro out of seeing a neurologist but Alejandro wanted to see somebody so they compromised on an ENT. 

So Alejandro goes to the ENT. When the doctor comes into the exam room, Alejandro launches into his whole story about smelling these smells that...

The doctor patiently listens for maybe a minute. Then he says, "Ummm, I'm an orthopedic surgeon."

Alejandro had wondered about the doctor's raised eyebrows the whole time he was talking about the smells.

The two of them stare at each other for a heartbeat. Then Alejandro pipes up, "Well doc, while I'm here, my knee kinda hurts."

He got a prescription for physical therapy.