Running into your doctor in public

Well my situation would be different as I met my doctor first as a neighbor and we became what some might call the village that helped raised his kids. His kids spent much time at my parents house when things were going wrong at his house. My parents and I became integral to his family, the youngest girl became a lawyer. I spent time fixing things when they moved into there new house some distance away. The oldest girl earned a Phd. in Plasma Physics and she told me I was the one who inspired her to go into the STEM field. Yes, I put a feather in my cap for that. Don't forget these people may be doctors but they are human too. Respect them and they will respect you and stop overthinking things. I remember one Thanksgiving after dinner my father asked him now that his heart was taken care of, what is going to kill him. The Dr. replied quite candidly, Cancer. He was wrong, Parkinson's killed him in the end.

I see the nurse who carries out my smear test in Sainsburys sometimes whilst shopping, it's a little strange, especially if my girls are with me and ask how I know her❤️

Before I moved to the east coast, I had a primary care doc for almost 30 years. I was one of his first patients when he started his own practice and we were close enough that I had his home number for emergencies..... One night, I met him at a memorial gathering for his cousin. His wife was with him. I expressed my condolences, saying, "I always enjoy seeing you, but not under these circumstances." To which he replied, in front of his wife, "I agree. I much more enjoy your company bending over the exam table with my finger up your ass.!" I guess his wife must have been used to those comments, because she even cracked a smile.

I run into my Doctor about two or three times a month.......at my house. She's friends with my wife( who is a nurse.) I am not the least bothered by her being my neighbor or my doctor. I'm sure she's seen more than one penis. I'll show her mine anytime she needs to see one but so far she has not had any kind of penis envy dilemmas.

Years ago, my gf and I attended a piano concert in town. A message therapist was there who she had seen once, but recognition was not immediate. "I barely recognized you with your clothes on!" she said, and we all laughed.

Another time I ran across a nude model from my figure drawing class. I said hello but she didn't respond.

I run into my GP every now and then at a restaurant. But the funniest thing is when he was 17 he used to work at the grocery store that I shopped at as a cashier. He waited on me every week fast forward to 20 years later he is my doctor.

I run into my GP every now and then at a restaurant. But the funniest thing is when he was 17 he used to work at the grocery store that I shopped at as a cashier. He waited on me every week fast forward to 20 years later he is my doctor.

Ran in to my doctor with her girlfriend on a nude beach one time. That was interesting.

I was in the Navy stationed on a ship. I ran into my doctor nearly every day.

I don’t remember it ever happening. Maybe as a kid but it want a big deal

When I was young the mom of one of my friends became my pediatrician. I don't think I ever visited their house again after that happened, although in my defense I was 12

I have seen my hematologist at another doctor's office- He had his son with him and the doctor actually said hello and my name.

I saw my ob/gyn at a sushi restaurant.- we didn't speak to each other.-lol

Last year, my counselor told me he needed to end the appt early and explained he had an important appt that he couldn't change. . I left wayyy before him and we both ended up at the same tire shop. lol We didn't speak but were side by side talking to customer service. And he found a seat where his back was towards all the other chairs. I didn't approach him. The next appt he told me yes that was the appt he couldn't change. lol

About 2 months ago and a couple weeks after an infusion at the hospital I saw my infusion nurse on some hiking trails. We both said hello to each other.

While my wife was in ICU there was an internist we saw almost daily. He had a broken arm which he said was from a bike accident in MOAB. He was lean and fit, I assumed by “bike” he meant bicycle. Several years later I recognized him at a pub along the Platte River in Denver. He was decked out in leathers and colors along with his girlfriend and was part of a biker group out for a Sunday ride. We chatted a bit, not sure if he remembered us or not, but very cordial. He even stood up when I introduced my wife!